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THE ARTIST
--for Olen Bryant

The artist tells a dream, a vision of the world:
The leaves become a wash of color in his eye.
With clay he molds peaceful faces smiling with their secrets.
His moon dissolves all the trees and empty sky.
His vision gives us his dream of the world.

The artist tells his story of mysteries he sees;
The grain of wood moves tides the ocean never knew.
Bronze anchors clouds, and birds swim past in flecks of color.
The sunlight turns into rain and fades to dew.
His dream still lives in all that we see.

Malcolm Glass
May 25, 1980