each day at three

each day at three

Today outside because the sun
Makes the fountain across the street
Spray a bit cooler with rainbow mist
And breezes twist around the bank
And lift the skirts and blow the hair
Brushed and tied, braided and clipped
Afternoon swift walks for the missing
Vegetable, cream bottle, a certain cheese
Each day at three, these three
Try to absorb the familiar masked
By a glass of this, glasses
Conversation, when really today
In this sun, with this calm
It's about the breeze and what it can do
To their daydreams.

by Tom Ryan


At the studio, Michelle is heading up a group of poets and pairing them for writings that they have selected to go with paintings. It is called ekphrastic, (who knew?) and the above is a poem written by Tom Ryan, a journalist with the Kansas City Star. Lovely, Tom.