I had to walk through the solar systems
until I found the first thread of my red dress.
Already, I sense myself.
Somewhere in space hangs my heart,
sparks fly from it, shaking the air,
to other reckless hearts.
poem written by Edith Sodergran and translated by Stina Katchadourian
painting by yours truly
acrylic on panel, 12 x 16 inches, framed
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