poem for island painting...

That orange night
Amber wing
Sunset
&
The end of spring
&
With just a tiny moon in the sky
Fly

jean island painting oil...

a crow landed...

A crow landed
Strutting
On the movie house &
Flew away

Amid the pink & Will Scarlet green
Paint

& there
On the marquee
Just above the rosa rugosa & geraniums
&
A rusted pot
:
Troubadour
!

freedom...

"Freedom is something that dies unless it's used." -Hunter S. Thompson

hst reduxes...

houses...

Houses
Blocks of color across the bay
White
Orange
Gold in the sun
Paper
Cloth
Bright & sail
In the morning
In a house
To
Nowhere

it's jazz...