for Liberty
My friend David posted this four-color
photo: early sky with frills of charcoal
clouds surrounding a fiery-pink, fuller
cirrus center-frame, a form someone calls
angel’s wings. Its hue inspires a red sky
at morning quote. Another happy voice
offers how it’s God’s handiwork. But I
stay silent, concealing my spirit’s choice:
a woman’s radiant torso, legs spread
not at ready, but more in afterglow,
as if all life’s her consummated bed
there on high. This happens over Pangburn,
a small town with perfect ironic name
blending love’s deep pain, its passionate flame.
Roger Armbrust
December 3, 2011
