KARY WAYSON on
ANGELINA GUALDONI

Kary Wayson

Intimacy vs. Autonomy

Light  began time.
               We filled  our daybuckets with it. 
             We  battled our umbrellas.

We  dropped out dresses in gutters of gathers.
               W managed  our fans of poker feathers.
               We gave  each gust a good hard twist:

Invisible  sacks of bread on by.
               Well.
               And  still. We live like

we’re  hills.
               Imagine  my mother imagine her father:
            I am in charge of the sky

Angelina Gualdoni
Reflecting Skin, 2004
Oil on canvas
Collection of Brecknridge Kling, Rochester, New York