The parade of wrongdoers long since gone to their graves <br />and the streets have been emptied <br />and their stories have spun out and ended, mostly forgotten, <br />in the most mundane of ways <br />over subterfuge, greed, and the attempted usurping of justice. <br /> <br />… and now he sits deeply absorbed in his thoughts <br />as he'd done many times past, in the colors on colors, <br />and consumed by his demons <br />near the Boat Basin Central Park West <br />when the sky turned overcast with that wintry 4 o'clock hue. <br />The sun thickly veiled. The few <br />birds that had landed and then gone to rest.<br /><br />Gerard Malanga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mark-rothko-2/
