
That last night I didn’t want us
to eat at the museum cafe
his art concerns the figure
distinguishes the fragrant
rather than ground
two through ether’s atoms
nature as cylinders
spheres in the city of lights
ether concentrates the last drops
in the downpour and dies
a single stroke, each stroke
despite the efforts of a passing driver
heavy black, the palette knife
less volatile, ether removes pain
sensation till the end, believe me sight
nothing more than touch
© Chagall 2014

Ekphrasis without an image – nicely done poet.