The phrase pokes out
As childish eyes gleam wide
In the half-lit room.
In the painting
Familiarity oozes rest when my gaze
Moves to that same frame,
Easing in to pampered vision.
Mediterranean sky mounts blue on ochre stones.
A shadowed archway rises bleached
To prouder finials.
The sketched town that peeks
Is menial in purpose.
Plain strokes of brush
Have filled the space with abstract pueblo form
That then takes life
As shadow touches artist's shade
A skating leg.
Imagined thoughts draw up as mercury.
I will not freeze them down.
Darling, darling eyes refresh me.
A roller-skating man.