At the postcard rack I hear someone ask, "What's your favourite Klimt?" And I want to answer "The Kiss."
Inch by inch, like oil from a stiff paint tube, the crowd squeezes towards the counter. As I reach the cashier an exit door opens.
A beech leaf, almond shaped, gold coin size, curves in the air, dips, then clasps itself in the tangle of a young woman's golden curls. Her boyfriend plucks it gently from her hair and hands the leaf to her with a peck on the cheek.
Inch by inch, like oil from a stiff paint tube, the crowd squeezes towards the counter. As I reach the cashier an exit door opens.
A beech leaf, almond shaped, gold coin size, curves in the air, dips, then clasps itself in the tangle of a young woman's golden curls. Her boyfriend plucks it gently from her hair and hands the leaf to her with a peck on the cheek.
gulls quibble
in the gallery fountain
auburn leaves
in the gallery fountain
auburn leaves
by Patricia Prime
Auckland, New Zealand
first published in Quartet (Teneriffe, Qld.: Post Pressed, 2008)
Auckland, New Zealand
first published in Quartet (Teneriffe, Qld.: Post Pressed, 2008)
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