starfire-detail-7_2-e1447220986161walking slowly
through sterile parquet hallways,
stark walls announce original works of masterful color,
aching with soulful beauty.

each wrenched from brush and palate by a captive artist
who gave hope and heart to beauty
only to die alone

quite suddenly
i am face to face with the Crying Woman.
trapped in canvas ’till dust again
i stare at her for a time
drowning in her deep red sorrow
and i know
and she knows that I know