Lucille Lang Day

After six installations by Tara Donovan

A crystal lattice grows from the floor.
Amoeboid rings shimmer, silky
and pink as expensive fabric.
In every corner, silver hills gleam.
A golden lichen spreads without
alga or fungus. A fog bank stands
at the far wall. Pearlescent puddles
lap at my feet. Now I can see
that fog is made of drinking straws,
water is dry, pencils live and breed.

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