Pandemonium some gallery visitors find fiery hell in russet swirls but I see dust near Kokomo where gardens highways tombstones glare red clouds pervade parched August air hang dance in sunbeams and disappear mammals wear features human faces blur illusive glacial blue no world ends in ice instead of hell or paradise a circus tent pitched on dusty stubble close to town elephants and songless birds preponderate shadow women cling to edges may not know the circus is poets’ El Dorado flying trapezes open cages clowning bareback lust elephants remember perfect nonsense in search of women’s faces birds fall into dust JoAnne Growney December 2003 Back to JoAnne's Home page

“Blue Ladies and Elephants” acrylic/sand/canvas 1995 by Florence Putterman Back to Putterman's NUMINOUS LEGENDS