Poem by Doniell Cushman
I went to a friend's house
And I saw on the wall your
It wasn't large, but it was framed
In an oak or an ash
Slightly crooked on the wall
As I stood looking
The inviting and simple pattern
Of vertical horizontal, line
Upon line, met my eye
The warm palette stunned me
An eye into your joyful heart
A faceted prism of emotions
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Doniell Cushman, B.A. cum laude