for Gabriel Solis
You call your acrylic painting “Forest
Glen.” Yet I perceive in your impression
two cityscapes viewed from distance: Myth’s blessed
Emerald City to our right, vision
of shadowed buildings caped in jade, circled
by an emerald river suddenly
morphing to burnished gold as current curls
and surrounds our hazed sister entity:
Metropolis. There our Man of Steel waits
to answer our Wizard’s call, solemn vow
to save who they can—their citizens great
with brush and pen, with solemn prayer followed
by meditation—they who search within.
Can you see them? Will our daughters see them?
Roger Armbrust
July 6, 2014
