...and I alone eye the Eye alone, 
and I am the only One

greetings from the asphalt
to the roaring rock, where 
in small shops along the shore 
beside the sea, she sells
her art

the sequin
on the elbow is

bright red buildings 
down by the wharf,
that color commissioned
by the cousin of a king,
the pinkest of honey-crisps

where the wind knows not to rock
empty chairs, and the devil is unsure 
of the backdoor whereabouts

that's where the piece 
spends its nights,
awaiting your return
in the bump

cc: Chagall 2021