Ed Rusch Paints the Edge of the West – or A Nearly Found Poem

Two 

         Ed Rusch

                  decades

                           of paintings                        

                                    they glow

                                             as if

                                                      in a reality

                                                               that

                                                                        clumps

                                                                                 meanings

                                                                                          of time

                                                                                          they                                                                                                     might

                                                                                          also

                                                                                          suggest

                                                                                          a

                                                                                          Far West

                                                                                          as

                                                                                          the                                                                                                       Edge

                                                                                          to

                                                                                          an

                                                                                          End

Old Trader Vic Bergeron

Old Trader Vic Bergeron

         Limping through time

                  one leg dragging

                           pirate-like

Across almost a century

         of simple syrup and rums,

                  leaving a hint,

                           here and there

on passion fruit,

         dragon fruit,

                  fruit bats

                           and joy!

Oh! The Joy!!

         A gentleman

                  sitting at tables

                           of many islands.

Cortijo Fain

Rain of Andalucia falls in an olive grove

         tap tap tapping on old leaves,

remnants of seasons remembered.

A white farmhouse

          sits posing gracefully,

its skirt of trees spread over the hills.

Lightening cracks February’s sky.