here,
by the bustling west side
a vintage Rothko in the making!
as the setting red sun
smooches a shy, dark-tanzanite sky.
her succulent strawberry lips,
seemingly
nowhere in sight.
there’s gotta be a portrait of this rose
somewhere......
the search now
ever since this bird has flown,
is for the missing piece of me,
which i keep scrupulously looking for
on every street
© 2021
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 9:11 AM UTC
here,
by the bustling west side
a vintage Rothko in the making!
as the setting red sun
smooches a shy, dark-tanzanite sky.
her succulent strawberry lips,
seemingly
nowhere in sight.
there’s gotta be a portrait of this rose
somewhere......
the search now
ever since this bird has flown,
is for the missing piece of me,
which i keep scrupulously looking for
on every street
© 2021
poem inspired by a beautiful sunset on the west side of Manhattan that looked like a painting from Rothko’s “color fields”.