Gaudy abstracts do nothing for me. <br />It's that backpack girl, head <br />between her knees. She must be trying to duck <br />a seizure, stem an earthquake <br />in the rock of her beneath her feet. <br />Vortex. She hunkers down, <br />a copula of engorged muscle <br /> <br />no one else notices.<br /><br />Richard George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-hayward-gallery/
