← v12n2, Fall 2013
Poetry · Volume 12, Number 2

Abstraction

The abstraction of Rothko

square clouds on canvas

The drips of Pollock

rain that pours down

Snow squall lip balm

hands in our pockets

The dream of spring

still just a dream

Dust swirls in our eyes

motes from the past

Flames singe skin

no math explains that

The sadness of computers

the looks on cows’ faces

Vespers vespers vespers

the quietude of hours

Trees blow sideways

sun gone for the season

Four cold days in a row

count our blessings

Table set for two

the aroma of garlic

Coyote crying in the night

stars that never end