Unstill
grooves
animating
your sculpture
in pinstripes
of heavy starch
fastened
by clay
fingertips,
tender
as summer
soft lima beans
or a freehanded
pianist tuning
anew, unbeholden
by education –
had we been
in Toronto
famished Beatniks
for whom planets
govern inner lives
had we been
had we loved
Elizabeth S. Gunn (www.elizabethsgunn.com) serves as the Dean of the School of Arts, Sciences, and Business at Nevada State University. She writes poetry and fiction in Henderson, Nevada, where she and her wife live with their three rescue pups in the endless Mojave Desert.