What kind
of self-loving
gay man has a portrait of a church
fixed above
his head-board?
Autumn-kissed leaves?
Patches of flawless
perennials?
A glimpse of a blue-black
stream
shadowed
by a cool, protective
gray, rock bridge?
The kind of
gay man
who realizes
the frame
by itself
without the Nicky Boehme
painting, sells
for more
than $4,000,
new.
You don't have to be
a lesbian
to be able to
appreciate
them earth-tones.
Bryon D Howell, Connecticut, USA.
1 comment:
I loved this poem. It started with the title and grew from there.
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