Texas Art Thieves Steal Kahlo, Picasso Paintings

when frida leaves
who can find her?
whether floating over pain's threshold
or sitting up for sudden goodbyes
with minerva's head of sun-fire

where frida goes
who can follow?
neither detective-toting hound dogs
nor rich doctors steeped in picasso and matisse

when she's gone
he who thought to own her
only shrugs, goes on with life
turns to his wife hoping not to be hit again

maybe a skeleton--paper and wire
strapped with dynamite and grinning--
and a black-clad texan theif in mask
were meant to be her only friends