With apologies to Eamon Grennan You enter Senda’s painting in stillness, among reflections of smudged trees and brush at the edges of water, your
A picnic table in the rain stained with brandy fumes in clear evanescence. Dent it with a fingernail. A last name that when uttered,
Inspiration comes when we don’t want it. Navigating the system’s complicated interchanges, an egg-crème moon balances on a distant viaduct, a right jolly apparition
A passing truck declares and pleads in script on dirt-splashed steel PLEASE WASH ME PLEASE. The plane on the sparse green is standing still,