Traveling Through the Paintings

He stands on the edge staring
down into the red, copper, blue
canyon,

across the dirt road from the
brightly dressed African women
balancing loads on their heads,

on a tour of a Phoenix neighbor-
hood of 1940’s bungalows restored
and updated,

sauntering along the aged aqueduct
in the Italian valley of deep blues
and greens and distant water,

and he hasn’t left his chair.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s