A string of burnished beads

With a pastel
Or a palette
Artist's card or canvas

An abstract creation
Of many colours
I opened the door

So slightly
A slit
Upon my simple thoughts

With mellow music
A soft guitar
Singer or a cowboy

Mystic collaborations
Of many others
I pushed the wedge

To edge my mind

Out west
A little firmer

With words
A pencil
A book of papyrus paper

Inkwell
With mottled blotter
A wish list

Dissertation
Of many schemata
Hinges undone

Door removed
To hang
In its place

A string
Of
Burnished beads




This poem is from the collection East of Lincoln Central available now on kindle - click on the text for details