A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

29, 30

Then I was digging out the 
watercolor set I got
when I was eleven or
maybe twelve and throwing out
the colors that had hardened. 
How'd they end up way out here?
Some tubes stayed squeezable these

long decades and those I kept
and used to make a painting:
peach, grey, brown, yellow, deep blue:
desert sunset, or study 
in salvageability. 
Goodbye to the girl who chose 
art: as for me, choose again. 

No comments:

Post a Comment