Finishing a Hat

The corpus composed
the boastful lines lie on the page
"not that I can't, but that I won't," says the Liar.
“Not until the wind blows,” says he.
The crowns and hats and heads blown off
And away in elliptical dancing
Down saintly western alley

Too late we grow smart
to realize:
not that I won’t, but I can’t.

* I wonder what this says about me, but I have always loved "Sunday In the Park With George" by Stephen Sondheim. I think that the piece titled "Finishing the Hat" really sums up how I feel about the experience of being an artist- I never took the lyrics about the girl leaving quite literally- it always seemed like a metaphor for acceptance, community, significance and meaning.