One poem

After Picasso's Final Self Portrait

A green fawn flees undaunted
by absinthe or distortion,
hungry for a face fig-green,
nostrils greedy for tears,
circling. Abiding desire to flee,
greedy for steeples and sstars,
undaunted by figs, a face spiked blue,
steeple blackk against the dangling
retina of a moon. Overcome by blazing
sun, the stubble of an earlobe
or spikey bear, rising in angles
and lines, greedy orphan circling
the One.

Mary L. Westcott