oil on 12×16 panel

What are the chances
of me having a heat stroke
in the middle of Winter?
I wouldn’t get any closer
than twenty feet

My appreciation for art
is charged by particles of radiation

Body bathed in delight
of the declining westward sun
major form of great warmth
below the branches sunk
symbolic divide
by intelligent design
impress upon me deeply
and the evening and the morning
combine the grace of giving
here hangs my language of love