♦
There was red on her neck-
He tried to strangle her-
There were blue prints on her right forearm-
He grabbed her too hard-
She had been painting mountains
And sky
They dropped a bomb, I mean “we”-
Tactfully, with precision, they said.
How is that done?
Never mind-
♦
She could see crazy coming back for her
Granite, he was her rock.
Assumption over blends shades of grey-
Let the colors come out
In every crack of Spring
Primavera,
The last step taken
Toward a conclusion
Hot or miss
The point;
Of impact, of view, of no return, of intersection, of convergence or divergence, of terminal velocity, of it All, (in time)
It was all Artwork.
Painting by Francesco Hayez [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
