Not For Prophet
But for Prophitt. Jesse, Prophitt. Cut Oriole from the cover of Prophitt's composition book circa the 1930s, a report card from the day before my birthday, 1931, stained with tears, a piece of the notebook's spine, hiding in purple, on her spine, alongside other items I'll let you find. Fixed atop an acrylic and oil paint stick rendering of a lady I used to see in my dreams. The Purple Lady is not painted from a reference but from memory. Here, let's remember together again.
L.R. Bennett