Canvas the Dusk

I plan to do editing this week.  No new poem, but here's one from early 2007 that I am fond of.  free verse, of all things.

Canvas the Dusk

The seas disease this easel

Dragged blue where once was white

It's not a blue period

It's an

Exclamation

Point

I guess then we're co-muters

Because our lips are silent

And while our thoughts do travel,

The voice is slowed by traffic

Expression is a trickle

During the rush hour

Trying to arrive

Red shift blue

The purpose of the painting:

To diffuse unused hues