Need to get to work on a new novella that has stalled several months. I read a novel by a Scottish writer called “How Late It Was, How Late.” That is how I feel about this work in progress. Anyway, here it is a poem for now.
“God’s Art” by yours truly
“Nature is God’s art,”
Said someone famous.
And the sky over foothills
At land already over 7,000 feet
Can seem like abstract expressionist art.
We are so far apart,
So far apart.