Interlace your fingers. See the weave?
Like Belgian flax, loom-driven, clickety
clack, smoothed, then cut and roll,
whoosh and tumble, a linen sea flows
Marksmen: sharp-shooting, hashing
cities, lines making curves, curves
making patterns, echoing the flaxen
mesh that will banner its colours.
Step back. Landscape emerges,
repeating and undulating, a modern
cityscape of vertical connections strong
enough to bend, to shimmer, to trick the
eye into seeing things that aren’t there
– that are there. Chopping and changing
Four hands to hold, to push pigment,
to pressure this world into being. Four
hands, their fingers entwined.
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