In the Art Gallery (First Post for National Poetry Month)

Scarlet birds in the foreground

flocking toward hazy currents—

joining, further back, the bluish ones

arced in flight.  Impressions mingle,

 

colors from three paintings

blur, create

a world of havoc.  Pointing,

reaching skyward above the city—

the steeple stands.  Purple wires

span the yellow distance.

 

On the opposite wall, blood

on alabaster hands.

 

Scarlet birds in the foreground.

 

first published in Domicile