The wizard

Alberto Trebesky, Spring, 2010.

Alberto Trebeski, Spring, 2010.


It looked like he was stealing
the golden yellow of ripe wheat,
the dark green of my leaves,
the grey of heavy-with-rain clouds.
I don't know how he did it,
maybe he was a wizard,
he had to be.
The only thing I know is
that when he finished,
the canvass had a soul.

The Olive Tree Tales, n. 11

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