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Geraniums in the studio—
so much red, so much hope.
You said to send you some faith.
Geraniums in the studio:
art albums, quilts, old photographs,
the canvas spread on the wall.
The smell of paint, the ritual
of a hundred brushes,
the sunlight kissing Pikes Peak.
Prayer and the sound of a mandolin,
the echo of dance. Energy,
arduous audacity,
luminous arching of daring.
Song, rhythm, fabric.
An old dog lies down
on the burned-orange carpet.
Calm and quiet.
Geraniums in the studio:
a guest brings a gift of grapes,
tells a story of serenity,
opens an envelope with good news,
a card made out of a picture
of a prescient painting,
a dream with geraniums.
