FOR JATIN​

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The Calm light of the gallery. The cool

Air aspiring from the tended garden.

Seem to ignore

The sleepless night of the sidewalks,

Garbage of shanty towns, traffic stink,

Only for the moment, only to take it in

to the guts of the paintings,

to resolve it through muscles flexed

in tenacious protest.

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Christopher Levenson
October 1986