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Jack in his pulpit

Jack in his pulpit

Was it your phosphoric flame,
your aura that lit this space
or your Franciscan frock
guarding the center you could not hide?
You rode the flame to fortune from a flick of brush.
What did she see in you?
Faint glow. Dull stock. Stark figure
flowing from the heart.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.358] 2008-11-28

Jack-in-the-Pulpit No. VI was the most abstract of Georgia O'Keeffe's series of six paintings. The browns reminded me of a Franciscan frock; the center, a match aflame. The poem flows from these two simple thoughts. [I was on the bus in Eastern Washington and bored.]

Link: http://www.nga.gov/fcgi-bin/timage_f?object=70181ℑ=17583&c=

ME:

I'm back.

My sister is losing weight; my brother-in-law is gaining strength; my niece is 8 months along and looking good; Becca has come out of her shell; Bella turned 5; Bobby is bouncy like always; Rusty is behaving better; Annie Blue is getting old.

The turkey was moist; the rest of the food was edible.

The trip east of Spokane featured an 11 year old from Pocatello (originally from Colima, Mexico) who is exceedingly bright and well-mannered. He introduced me to the Warriors series written by Erin Hunter. And I had an engaging conversation with a UM anthropology student who spent two years in Kiribati.

FOOTBALL:

UM Griz won today 31-13 and will play again at home next Saturday against Weber State [their only loss earlier in the season]. The game was cold, damp and miserable and very much in doubt at halftime.

Montana: 37º at 22:00.

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