The Artist

This reading was recorded by Alessandro Mistrorigo at Opificio dei Sensi (www.opificiodeisensi.it), in Verona, Italy, on the 27th of September, 2013.

This reading was recorded by Alessandro Mistrorigo for Phonodia in Venice, Italy, on the 10th of October, 2013.

 

The Artist

he sat in the far corner of the café
drawing with pastels, stopping
only to sip from his cup of black coffee

he had a pleasing smile and
liquid brown eyes, we'd say good morning
to one another or hey. how's going

or even comment on the weather
but mostly we merely nodded in
acknowledgement of the other's existence

one morning he came to my table
and tore out a sheet, "It's your mountain"
he said. I thanked him and looked

closely at the high peak, the build up
on the ridges, I liked how he made
the sky play against the clouds

at the top of the mountain there was
a dab of snow, a terrain of shining boulders
torn by the thin air

I wondered how he knew the geography
of my mind. I wanted to ask, but he
never came back to the café

the pastel drawing is in a stack
somewhere among my papers, a
map of being "here"

and "over there" in the corner

from Leaning Against Time (Penn Valley, CA: R. L. Crow, 2004).

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