Polychromatic View
A curtain, verdant green
is draped to block
our roadside view
A backhoe, lemon yellow
claws the soil
I wonder who
This plot, russet
is readied for
someone I never knew
A body, whitish gray
gone except for our memories
fictional, some true
An exit door, black
opens one day at a time
this threshold we pass through
Out of sight, transparent
beyond touch, beyond time
an unfathomable venue
We race along a curtain, colors of flesh
oblivious until it falls open
exposing love in an infinite Hue.
Gregory Zeorlin 11/7/ 2008 8:32am
