Still Life with Apples
To defer decision
to take no pathway
to move from space to space
with an ease of exchange, of perpetual postponements
of credit and debit, no balance to hold to
no future to look forward, no past to torment
time slipping by as beauty is.
A glance at the morning paper
the Queen in a human chain passes the bucket
as the inner city burns like a project
a soul in decay. There’s a split between Gertrude and Leo
she takes the Picassos and Cezannes
he the Renoirs and Matisses, she must accept
the loss of Still Life with Apples as an act of God.