the other night

at a friends house

i learnt about ledger art

the art of the great plains indians.

it seems once rounded up

and imprisoned

they had only ledger books

to draw and paint

upon.

what once was drawn on buffalo skin

now was drawn on discarded ledger books.

i was touched

by this art making

no matter what the

circumstances, nor sadness.




that night

at robin's house

i took

a picture of a picture

of a picture

of

robin's mother.

it's become an art piece

and a little joke.

we are friends

who sometimes gather







to make

art

and

artefacts.

it's a record

of our living

and a mark

of our

friendship







robin is

a

painter




his desk

looks like

this







jeannie is obsessed

with spheres






and i

this night

made a pillow






these are just thoughts i've had




out here

where i swim