{"product_id":"find-me-where-you-are","title":"Find me where you are","description":"\u003cp\u003e36x48 inches. Oil painting on canvas. \u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e3-month and 5-month payment plans available - inquire via email. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eGreener Pastures: a sestina \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eNestled far away in the small pocket\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf the girl’s weathered old coat lay\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA measly dime entrenched between two threads\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBraided together against the pocket seam like sheep hopping over a fence. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe hung the jacket on the windowsill next to a dozen blueberry tarts\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDusted with brown sugar, and called her grandmother on the phone. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHer milky pale cheeks, now toasted light cream from the summer sun, pressed against the phone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“How are you?” she chirps, glancing over to the windowsill, the dime tucked in the pocket.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe grandmother rambles on about such and such, when she’ll drop off the tarts…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eTo her, dimes were the amuse bouche of wealth. A sidewalk treasure that lay\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eUntouched by passersby, an overused idiom with underappreciated luck, and over the fence\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf good luck signs, it reminded her of someone long gone, when time disentangles its threads\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eInto memories and mnemonic devices; the checkered red threads\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOn the jacket she used to wear going dancing in heels, back in the days before phones\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eand pictures made people think things were always greener on the other side of the fence,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThat time or wealth never slipped away, and that miracles were well in one’s jean pocket.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOne could always daydream of more ornate or self indulgent ways of living but joy lay \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eModestly in good music taste and home baked tarts. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe girl replied to the old woman that she’d bring the tarts\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eTomorrow or the day after, and she’d go take a dip in the river and leave the threads\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf her worries and pitfalls in the water. Without doubt slanted over her shoulder she’d lay\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMerrily on the riverside, without self indulgence but insistent self assurance, sans phone\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLine occupying her mind, finding good fortune and freedom in the pocket\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf leisurely sprawls about hissing grassy plains, before that fence \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf tomorrow and beyond the travel of yesterday. Busyness usually struck her to the fence\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf irritation and she was irritably productive when not in the countryside. The tarts\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWould do her some good, and some good square dancing could cure the threads\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf a sedentary lifestyle at the desk. Maybe she could call the boy next door on the phone\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWho could fix the sink downstairs and ask him to stay for tea, wherever her intentions lay.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThey could go dancing for less than a dime and lay\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBy the river later on, looking for constellations in the sky, battering eyelashes; sit by the fence\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd pick up the paper on her way back home the next day, through the window throw out her phone,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003emaybe learn a new recipe for tarts,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLearn a new language, learn to tango, learn to sew needle and thread\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMore patiently instead of getting plucked by the promise of greener pastures\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd to get swept back into here, a dime in her pocket\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA head full of dreams and a phone line with ghosts, that overlay\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSome cloudy days tucked in a pocket and beyond a fence\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf good adventures and tangy tarts, treasures and dimes in jumbles of threads.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Calia Fernandez Art","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44161981218909,"sku":null,"price":5343.0,"currency_code":"CAD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0723\/4895\/8813\/files\/findmewhereyouare.jpg?v=1769635164","url":"https:\/\/caliafernandez.com\/products\/find-me-where-you-are","provider":"Calia Fernandez Art","version":"1.0","type":"link"}