Framed

On the piazza down below
the green is pushing through the brown,
where moving figures to and fro
and round the edges of the town,
a church - spire points the nascent spirit
above the fog surrounding it,
figures painted with geist to be elsewhere
lost in the hour that reads the same,
stealing tomorrow from the canvas
held by the clock in the painter's name.

     

Copyright 2008 by Roy K. Austin