Gerard Malanga

(20 March 1943 - / New York City, New York)

Mark Rothko … - Poem by Gerard Malanga

The parade of wrongdoers long since gone to their graves
and the streets have been emptied
and their stories have spun out and ended, mostly forgotten,
in the most mundane of ways
over subterfuge, greed, and the attempted usurping of justice.

… and now he sits deeply absorbed in his thoughts
as he'd done many times past, in the colors on colors,
and consumed by his demons
near the Boat Basin Central Park West
when the sky turned overcast with that wintry 4 o'clock hue.
The sun thickly veiled. The few
birds that had landed and then gone to rest.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012



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