Whenever I visit a visual artist's gallery opening or other celebration, I try to write a poem about it. After missing Deta Galloway's holiday parties the last couple of years, I was lucky to make this year's get-together and see enough new artwork of hers to hold several gallery shows all over the city. I'm excited to share this poem and a couple of samples of her work. Hopefully, I'll have to opportunity to showcase more of her art in the coming year.
Life After
You can't bend down
to dig into what's left
of the good earth,
Still wildflowers
survive under
windowless light.
Horizon may never
see another rainbow,
other new beginnings.
You remember light's last
dance outside house
venture for supplies.
We don't deserve glitter
you give, mishandled auras
glued back together.
You remake our best
or create it. Caught souls
sing cageless in studio.
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