a scholar in love
i counted colors to a blue i’ve never known
reached for your hand in vain
as nouns declined and apprised
us of nuclear rain
all over fields once ploughed with love
grains of hope, seeds of charity
what canvas painted with no fields in mind
changed hands in the aftermath
of temper torn humanity
no picasso that
no mary cassatt
no war weary map
of the human heart
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