In her portrait Mary Boylston sits very straight
On an extremely handsome red chair. A bird --
A large rock dove -- perches on her hand.
The woman knows she’s dead but endeavors
Not to let on that she does. She has no wish
To hang on the wall of the Detroit Institute of Art
Or be sold on postcards at the gift shop
As a foil for indignant chairs or grieving birds.
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