sentinel dustbins
lining the sunny street
schoolbound cars
© Rachel Green September 2023
I never appreciated Rothko
when I was a student in the eighties;
found them as depressing
as Morrissey's suicide songs.
I appreciate them now;
an intoxication of colour to lose yourself in;
and I began to like Morrissey, too
at least until he spouted bigotry in his later years.
Can I separate the man from his music? No.
Can I separate Rothko from his depression?
Also no.
© Rachel Green September 2023
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