Franz Kline's Opustena

by Camille E Craig
 
 
The last thing
                 in my wealth of life
is to impoverish the city where all of
what I have been is dwelling. 
CHERRIES
                           cherry trees
menstruating in the gums 
                 of towering grief -
that bitter, russet grime
filled by mistake
                 and every worship day
                                  attended
                 without prostration. 
 
                 Fruition,
                 already wet 
before jostled 
in silence
 
To dye the same white surrounding her -
 
not that coloration 
                is of any import.
 
and bury clay for houses
                on blackly islands,
where cob can be
                confused for decorum. 
 
It is allowed.
This 
fault in architecture.
 
As in lambent pestle,
               behind the gables where 
couplets slouch
haplessly disquiet. 
 
Newly washed.
 
The only mistake
               not flour
but rain
 
seeing that she is already 
as pale,
 
never purpled by the cold where -
 
In one stroke,
               we forget the heat of thighs
as sitting, standing,
               or, perhaps,
wringing.
 
This ancient film,
BARLEY
sandals drying
in the rain. 
 
These burials in groves
               on a
 
blackly island.
 
The last thing
in my wealth of life
is to impoverish the city where all of
what I have been is
 
dwelling.