As always Art impressed me and inspired me. When I returned home, I was in a meditative state induced by his poems, to find a present for me on the steps of the Laundromat I manage.
As I cleaned up the mess, I remained in the creative trance as I worked. I couldn't help but respond with what I will humbly and respectfully term: Willisian observation.
After Art read and while the Poets drank at the Pub:
I scrubbed the Sun off of the steps today because
it was being tracked into the store on the carpet.
Who ever heard of a pink Sun anyway…
A gallon of water and some pine-sol did the trick
on him and his companion as well.
A shop broom lifted them up from the cement
and made them bleed down the stairs
violet pink blood.
The carpet is old and worn,
the children were busy
and it was only chalk.
"We have some Modern Art on the steps today…"
said the landlord sarcastically.
I wouldn't have minded except I'm the janitor
and bound to clean the tired old carpet
"What you do?" said the local color.
"Sweeping up the Sun…" said I.