“From every length
In spite of gravity
I myself am
Transformed.
Designed,
Step-by-step,
A preposterous verdue
Beneath coarser grass.
Conspicuous.
Unrecumbent.
Patient from broad, keen storms.
Cheerful.
From morn now creeps ivory.”

Unrecumbent is the title of a painting that I am currently working on. The poem above appears as a bit of found fiction down the right side of the painting. Copyright 2010 Ana Maria Seaton.

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