my father used to say
to recreate the human form
is the pinnacle of art.
i used to think
he only said that
because his father
painted landscapes.
that was before
i knew of
the human tendency
to find faces in everything,
the scowl of tree bark,
the silver-tongued rivers.
the world holding us
in its mouth,
like Saturn
about to bite down.
Lauren Scharhag is the author of fourteen books, including Requiem for a Robot Dog (Cajun Mutt Press) and Languages, First and Last (Cyberwit Press). Her work has appeared in over 100 literary venues around the world. Recent honors include the Seamus Burns Creative Writing Prize, two Best of the Net nominations, and acceptance into the 2021 Antarctic Poetry Exhibition. She lives in Kansas City, MO. To learn more about her work, visit: www.laurenscharhag.blogspot.com
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