You Can't Buy Shoes in a Painting

By Jill Osier b. 1974 Jill Osier
You can't even buy a soda. You can only
see these things, see a mother steer
her son to the car, his head cocked
licking his ice cream.

Earlier, driving, trying to keep   
between two cornfields, I couldn't see myself
into a map, couldn't be anywhere in it,
though I knew all the patient states
between us.

Pigeons sit high on a mill's peaked roof,
spaced even as beads. They can stand that
close to each other, but looking at them
you wouldn't know it. Would you.

Source: Poetry (June 2005).


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Poet Jill Osier b. 1974

Subjects Landscapes & Pastorals, Arts & Sciences, Painting & Sculpture, Nature

Poetic Terms Imagery, Free Verse