Sangfroid

Short strolls into stillness,

easier now in and era of mild

winters. I still yearn for the cold

and the angst that comes with it.

bones vibrating with the wind

tunneling its way through

corridors of tall buildings.

feelings of pavement to be conquered.

I fought it before, and pretended

to hate the seasons I blamed for

altered moods, obstructed abilities of

non reactivity of peacemaking.

begging for discomfort continued

I still enjoy the angst but

it does not as much define my reflection

in store windows walking down

court street unsure which jacket

suits this oddly mild winter we’re having

Acrylic Paint on Linen Canvas

40”x36”

$8000

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