Cut Outs by Diana Raab

You arrive at your seat
behind a wooden
steering wheel in a car

born the year before you,
and you drive to your studio
where those hands I fell in love with

create magical and perfect art dream
formulated in the hidden
chambers of your engineering sensibilities.

The world stares in awe
as to where this magic
lay dormant in you all these years—

I decide to sit and watch you work
with those snippets of multi-colored cut paper
as they transform into faces of an admired writer.
I ponder reasons you might have chosen these figures,

but realize it’s your way
to unite both our passions and life’s work—
writing and art.

My heart tickles.

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