Poetry

My miniature Degas

I have a miniature Degas:
a twenty dollar souvenir

from a world that’s far
from this desk, these walls.

There: you could believe
red was revolution,

cadmium yellow truly divine,
and where pale azure

mingling with gold
was a gasp of rapture!

—ah, my miniature Degas,
where are we now?

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