The Past in Paint
Back then, your art sent me away,
it displayed our differences.
Now, happenstance gave me the chance
to view your paintings on Youtube;
how strange this world that finds them there.
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Formal, hard-edged labyrinths,
geometrics in prime colors,
aisles of complicated meaning,
incomprehensible then, now;
a blank canvas when we first met.
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We used to travel parallel,
long gone the place where we could meet.
Bold, linear, intense colors,
strong passion and disciplined brush,
still the big picture of your life?
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You do not exhibit your face;
would I be recognizable?
I wonder if these forty years
have dimmed the blue sky in your eyes
and thinned your tousled, golden hair.