Present Iridescence

Five years later, she’s still melting in the sun

The bronze colossus known as Standing Woman I

Many years ago this metalwork was cast

Pounded and molded this piece to last

Unbroken and unfaded, she peers at my soul

Stopping for a second on my garden stroll

Perhaps I was wrong about the tears she did weep

Perchance she did overcome that time-drowning sleep

Still frail and skinny, a sign of what she overcame

Friendless erect in the garden without a name

Ignored by many and glanced at by some

Pitied by the rich, unappreciated by dumb

Fused to the ground and no where to go

No one to listen to her sad tale of woe

But she asks nothing of us, nothing at all

Not even from tree, sky, ground, or wall

Through all of her past nothing she did yearn

Perplexed am I, which is why I must return