has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.
Spring bloomed
And wilted back
Into winter.
It will begin
A final thrust
At summer
In a few days.
A robin's egg
Lies broken
Beneath the tree.
So many years
In my mother's garden
Were spent by her
Thinning the iris
Then all of us
Praised the blooms
In springtime.
For several years now
She has forgotten
Her need to tend
Her flowers.
Now the plants
Have moved beyond
Their careful borders.
A disarray of green
From seeds
Fallen from her bird feeder.
Strange twists
And shoots from
From the treasured
Birds fascination
Of mother as
She stares through
A darkened pane.
It has been awhile
Since she sat there.
A plan to make
For the next season,
Mom sat here
While she considered
Possibilities
For iris, roses, and phlox.
Now plans are made
Everyday by my mother.
Within moments
Intent is lost,
But soon another surprise
Takes her attention
Each day complete
And new.
Not inhaled
Not even lit.
Voids in the day
Like a step down
To a riser
That is not there.
Confused uncertainty
Leaves my pocket
More space
With the lighter
Gone.
