OPEN STUDIO POEM #9

A captain stands at the helm in his ochre coat, coaxing the wind into the sails.

The artist in her rusty coat coaxes the ochre from the leaves. Her easel is the helm of a ship sailing into the winter sky.

His coat of arms: a purple coat on an ochre field, crowned with a silver helm.

too many suit coats, too much ochre light, too many vying for the helm, too many trying to coax a resolution from the deep