Abstract Painting
My favorite memory
is full of color, lots of
blues for the water
running through the
city, golden from the
brilliant sun, pastels
from the paint cover
ing the residences
alongside. Architect
ure that doesn’t feel
metallic, is organic
in that space, being
at a deficit, is fully
utilized. Water drains
behind my eyes, such
pleasure in the aesth
etic. A gondolier’s
song. The only rain
showers were upon
entry to the city of
the most pleasure
and, with a beautiful
stark black umbrella,
from that famous
square in the hours
before having to
head back into
routine civilization.
