DIORAMA
You packed the spare umbrella
every mote of air
Exiled outside convex glass,
watch incisors claws
worry exit-seal steel wool
A pair of rats confer: why
deny us access
to such a pink perfect world
where Sanibel shells
shade actual to trompe l'oeil?
From grime-squared lino squat, I --
you've left me to -- pat
paws, explain perspective's laws:
black thaws, hopless toads
pits distortions growths
a sodden sinkholed Tepui
when we breathed on it
12.29.2008
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Nice. Did you happen to see Chris Clarke's recent post on dioramas?
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Dave
Thanks, and I absolutely had read (jinx!) Chris' piece. Indeed, I dimly recall that we have touched on this mutual fascination, perhaps in a CRN how-to-connect-kids-with-nature thread about a year ago.
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