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Winter Landscape: Charles Burchfield, 1918 (The Phillips Collection, Washington, D.C.)
time is a captive
Nothing but the leaning of the trees
in the wind, the traffic
passing
though we could lie together in the dark
our eyes would flash
like swords
between stars
or cats
between the police
and the people
who cheat us of our dreams
Trees: Charles Burchfield, 1920 (Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh)
