Juan Gris

Juan Gris
tip toed into two bright shadows
when he made a
left turn on third street
looking for a healthy lung.
with a deep breath
by night
he began to dance the Charleston
after his paints had dried
and the French lessons ended,
but a good lung was never found.
his asthma became worse
and in piles of cubes he
arranged his brushes
for a final time.
his wife, son Georges and daughter Antonieta
thanked the Parisian avant-garde
for attending the funeral.