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