I
Circles within circles:
red, brown, mustard, green, blue—
multiple eyelids—tiny pupil,
scarlet iris with feathered edges
radiates waves of pink,
yellow, aqua blood vessels
that triangulate the white.
II
A camera lens: interlocking
rings to adjust your view.
III
Hypnotic, dizzying.
IV
My first and only time
at Florence Speedway,
car races on a dirt track:
stink of gas, oil, rubber,
metallic as the taste of blood,
air curdled with dust and smoke,
the contagion of excitement,
revved-up engines goose-bumped
my husband, but scalded my ears,
thwacked my chest—
the volume an intensity,
a dense weight
I couldn’t contain.
Love this!
Wonderful imagery.
Karen has a gift. She so vividly expresses sights and everyday experiences that pass others by unnoticed and transforms them into works of art.