By Jane Vincent Taylor
Before she saw Rothko’s colors before that late-life baptism
she was a parochial pagan bowing to a mediocrity of wheat
fields. Fine enough for a county-bound girl in Oklahoma gold
iridescent grain speaking seasons: combines, bales, harvest.
After she stood in the light of pure maroon the storied earth
let her be compass free fly directionless go non-narrated red
plowing clean through to communion before hallowing home.
Copyright 2019 Taylor
Jane Vincent Taylor lives in Oklahoma but teaches poetry and creative writing frequently at Ghost Ranch in New Mexico. Her most recent collection, Pencil Light, was published by Turning Point and was the focus of an exhibit of pencil drawings at Artspace/Untitled Press in OKC. Her previous collection, The Lady Victory, was adapted for the stage at Michigan State University. She is especially interested in collaborative projects. More about her writing life is posted at janevincenttaylor.blogspot.com.
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