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Gone

2/28/2018

*David Padworny*

Gone

The
6:08
Flight
To
Dallas
Is
Late,
Rises
Up
In
A
Series
Of
Great
Heaves,
Clears
The
Mountain
And
Leaves
New
Mexico,
Flying
In
An
Arc
Toward
The
Nexus
Of
Texas,
To
Fall
Between
The
Smokey
Cities,
Wreathed
In
The
Contrail
Of
Ten
Million
Descending
Silver
Stars.

Feted

2/26/2018

Feted

Last
Night
I went
Out
To
Play,
To
Celebrate
A
Dear
Friend’s
Birthday.
We
Danced
On
The
Table
Of
An
Exclusive
Spot,
Laughed
Quite
A
Lot,
Drank
Enough
Wine
To
Add
An
Extra
Shine,
And
I sallied
Home,
Feeling
Fine.
Alas,
Today
My
Stomach
Feels
Slightly
Grey,
But
Hey,
The
Natal
Fete
Was
Great,
Along
With
The
Delicacies
I ate,
And
What
Can
I say,
A
Hangover
Will
Go
Away.

Elegy II

2/24/2018

*Greg Kuppinger*

Elegy II

A
Terror
Of
Seduction
Led
To
The
Obstruction
Of
Youthful
Romance
And
The
Subtle
Dance
Of
What
Intimacy
Is
All
About.
Standing
On
The
Sidelines
With
Only
Flimsy
Guidelines,
The
Poor
Silly
Fluttered
Willy
Nilly
Through
Twenty
Thousand
Empty
Days,
Too
Stubborn
And
Bewildered
To
Change
Her
Ways,
Love
Hollow
As
A
Cough,
Heard
From
Somewhere
Far
Off.

The Reveal

2/22/2018

*Willem de Kooning* Seated Woman

The Reveal

It
Was
Too
Late
When
Fate
Came
Around
And
He
Found
She
Was
Not
All
He
Thought,
Though
He
Ought
To
Have
Known.
A
Rag
And
Bone
Of
Beauty
Without,
But
Within,
Homely
As
Sin.

Apparition

2/20/2018

*Altocumulus lenticularis*

Apparition

Cruise
Ship
Clouds
Sail
By,
Twenty
Stories
High,
Outward
Bound
To
Navigate
The
World
Without
A
Sound.
No
Passengers,
No
Crew,
Skimming
A
Sea
Of
Azure
Blue,
To
Stretch
And
Thin,
And
Tomorrow,
Sail
Back
Again.

Showers

2/18/2018

*John Mccaw* Structure With Earth Tones. Mixed Media.

Showers

Rain
Turns
The
House
Across
From
Me
To
Chocolate
Brown
As
It
Drips
Down
To
Make
A
Sheen
Of
Icing
On
A
Mocha
Stucco
Cake.

February

2/16/2018

*Ted Cowart* Golden Grasses

February

The
Winter
Grass
Comprises
Blades
Of
Fragile
Golden
Glass.
As
The
Light
Moves
Around,
They
Form
A
Surround
Of
Delicate
Browns.
Nowhere
To
Be
Seen
Is
Anything
Green,
As
A
Welter
Of
Windblown
Leaves
Tuck
In,
As
If
Seeking
Shelter.

Collateral Damage

2/14/2018

Collateral Damage

I don’t
See
Jackson
Anymore,
Jack
Is
Gone,
Killed
In
The
War.
Which
One,
You
Ask,
But
That’s
No
Task
To
Consider,
Any
War
Will
Do,
We
Always
Have
A
Few.
Don’t
Give
Me
That
Serving
His
Country
Stuff,
That
Wasn’t
Enough
To
Lure
Him
Away,
It
Was
The
Military
Pay,
The
Poor
Slob
Needed
A
Job.
Say
So
Long
To
Jack,
He
Won’t
Be
Back.

Shadow

2/12/2018

Shadow

My
Other
Self
Walks
Behind
Me
To
Remind
Me
The
Past
Will
Always
Outlast
Any
Future
Or
Even
The
Ever
Present
Now,
And
How
Each
Almost
Reality
Shimmers
In
The
Mist
Like
Water
Kissed,
While
Memory,
Mine
Alone,
Is
Chiseled
In
Stone.

Hiatus

2/10/2018

Hiatus

Although
Clouds
Paint
The
Day
In
Streaks
Of
Overlapping
Grey,
Winter
Has
Grown
Bored,
Moves
Steadily
Northward
And
No
One
Grieves,
Certainly
Not
Me,
As
I watch
The
Elm
Tree
Push
Out
Brave
New
Leaves.