Poems

The Siesta

Framed and finished
A once blank canvas was
Pulled tight,
Stretched and
Prepared.

Vincent
Dabbed color on this empty
Space,
Mixing yellow swirls
Around two napping
Field workers dreaming
Of skies as blue as
Vincent’s.

Where workers rest
Beneath golden haystacks
Undisturbed by the
Sweating grunting world.

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