And All I Got was this Lousy Poem

That’s right, I had a surprise heart attack, suddenly lying out on the wet gravel of a deserted road and all I got out of it (besides a couple of stents) was…

Well, we’ll see about that. Here’s the poem:

Woman with the Dog’s Eyes

By Mitchell Toews

Uppermost boughs sough with impatience as I stare

Grey fingers stretch up to the arc, branches of a birch gone bare

And these I frame in the quiet now, the tide wheel all but silent

Apocryphal offspring close by me, how? And dear, so dear

Brushwork details unfinished yet, I fear, I fear

Eyes wide I rise with canvas ready, my pigment not yet spent