Gauguin Weeps
Here apart from all of you
What is seen is failure
Deepest black
An empty jar full of sour
Photos that fill memories
Of jaunts there to find
The basic nature
Of green and brown
And yellow
That fail to show
The real colors
In a false world
Of sales and business
Too many conquests
Are robberies
That leave nothing
Nothing that remains
So off to new worlds
Where dreams spill
Their canvas in the night
Barry G Wick
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