Out of the woods

I have no story.
No masterpiece,
no grand release,
no claim to glory.

I live inside the artist’s brush,
the cooling night, the river’s rush,
the knocking of the woodland Thrush;
in Plato’s Allegory.

***

Art by Remedios Varo

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