Tuesday, March 13, 2012

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

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

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