One of my favourite artists
was born before language
and I understand what s/he
was communicating:
five clay streaks on
a cave wall. Now the Tv
would feast on the arts channel
exploring which school of art
s/he creates in, what
string of influences s/he had,
the materials s/he chose
and the palette of the diaspora.
I ask, ‘Why did you stop at five?’
S/he puts up her hand in answer.
Published in The Australian 2022,
Lisa Gorton wrote in her poem Grafitti:
An arm’s length of
wall permits any depth
of meditative calm or
your money back.
I read it on the Internet,
I saw the streaks on my screen.
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Why I wrote this poem
is the same impulse s/he had.
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