Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Wicker Chairs


The painter rode his bike to his empty canvass
Summer kissed the mind with old hope
He splattered violet and yellow and blue
Even the graveyard blossomed

Curtains opened
Fruit in the bowl
Rain in the birdbath
Color fills the opaque heart

Wicker chairs on the green grass

Submitted: Friday, March 21, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 21, 2014

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