Picasso Steps Up To The Plate

A poem by Mike Foldes

We are watching a video

of the master at work.

In as few moves

as there are letters in a line

he frees the dove of peace

from its transparent hiding place.

The narrator points out

that doves are pigeons, too,

with whom love blossomed

early in the artist’s life.

On closer examination,

the lines are minute script,

letters to mother and father

written in the language of Catalan
about a game called baseball,

and how great it would be

to hit the ball out of the park

on the first pitch of every

at bat, just as kindness

dictates taking down

the bull with the first

thrust of the sword.

Readers unfamiliar with art

or the artist’s late work

may not make the connection,

but the fat goat on the turntable

certainly will.

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Mike Foldes is the founder and managing editor of Ragazine, an online literary magazine.

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