Ryders Grave
Autumn Nor'easter wild this Wednesday
The Whaling City foliage litter the streets
Leaves on branches expose oak rot limbs
Long internal decay awaiting a final fall
Grey wet noontime illuminated moon like
Like a lit Albert Pinkham Ryder painting
Such grace in subtle temporal urban flora
With dreams of years of layered oil paints
A "roof and crust of bread" but no easels
I plan for frigid painting in the cold garage
With solitude and darkness to push the oil
To convert my emotional moons into trust
Our reclusive literary father revered again
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