-- Cantor Art Center, Stanford University

The lines that I would write are lines outside.

But I’m confined by rain to this small room

Rodin has staked his claim to now he’s gone.

He’s too much dead today. I can’t find him

except when I pass quickly past the hands

all arranged nicely in synecdoche

with a placard telling us what to see—

as if I hadn’t watched the bodies walk

and now begin to ghost the room with dance!

Just by my over-watching the statues.

I think I’ve made thee rain stop, writing this.

Or is it just coincidence, the kind

we call “divine” when things work out our way?

I’m going to go outside. The light’s dazzling.

                           The illustration above is by Bob Tomolillo and titled "Purple Pen." Check out our interview with Bob.