Tower of the Blue Horses
(after Franz Marc)
Four of stained glass and stars
all leftglance beyond ratio or air,
thin as a tissue but strong
as a pastel visa; fated curves
guide your hand, voices drag
you into mud and steal the day.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2017
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