Edward Wier

THE ARTIST UP THE STREET

There was always a sign out front which read
Art Sale on the little window where he
displayed his paintings. He seemed to like red,
ignoring perspective or symmetry.

I drove by almost every day on my
way to work. The garish colors looked grim
to me. The woman with the hat seemed shy,
hiding her face below the tilted rim.

His vivid canvases reminded me,
with their bold intensity and cold, shrill
lines, of visual free-verse poetry,
big on expression, but little on skill.

Even so, I was sad to see and know
he had been replaced by Pizza To Go.

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