to come
in and paint our family holiday
portrait.
not rockwell.
he was too busy
with the neighbors.
but dali
captured our true nature
to a tee.
the melting clock,
the hands
dripping,
the bare branch tree.
the strange sky.
and the faces and eyes
of all of us,
staring out in fish like
wonder,
pulled from a violent sea,
not quite understanding
what this is was all about,
what anything means.
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