Purchased on the eve of

disease in black and white

geometry: a dry Central Park

drinking fountain

viewed from overhead

as in the guise of bird or

God.

Face thrust into a sunbeam

(skewed from the internal shadow)

which illuminates across

the frame and

reveals motes rushing

flickering bright,

normal,

out—

scintilla novas known

like the dark side of

the moon, there

though unseen.

At first glance

none yet has guessed

the concrete subject.

—s. m. hutton