Felino
Painters' Exhalations 31
—after Louis Ferreira's End of Day
Crystal cylinder Cyclops
settles in the nestled fashion
wrinkles occupy the aging skin:
Moon
many times ignored
glances from its single socket skull
downward
finding refuge in the canoe standing stagnant
on the lake's aching lumbar. Ripened man gallops
in acclimated hunch
grasping too
the canoe with eyes'
promised use
until life leaps into a twirling smoke dance,
the artistic endeavor
death provides
prior to complete ascension.
Forest nude though clothed in the fabric of multicolored leaves.
Nude, the synonym with alive's unneeded recognition to become aware or unaware.
Old man's home
throwing light toward
night's dark skin
from windows' slingshot
ability
to reinstate day's natural
disposition.
Old man's atmosphere
monopolizes the beautiful juxtaposition:
water and trees
spreading their skin taught
around
the skeleton of existence
he is given
daily as dusk reinvents a language predestined
to articulate specialized harmony.
Soriano