ART AS PASSION RECOUNTED


Blue gray overcast
and gentle drizzle

on narrow street
and wild weed
of remnant swamp.

The mind is turquoise
and the heart is purple

and the lovers keep their porch
and eat
sandwiches, and drink
their rich thick coffee
or smoke, and muse
mentally
stories of the bygone beat

beyond these chimneys
of late Winter.

We, of such a sky,
have passed the torch
of pure adventure

and more easily recline
each to each
with our own art

...the days good work
is what we do
while rainy moments
pass, and enter
into skies
gray blue.