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as we dance on the clouds you sing to me spraying your colors all around reflecting your art

as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that

looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek

as i place my hand in yours and we manipulate the dance floor at the museum the people stop

until now when the understanding is felt while sifting fingers through freshly plowed dirt

such imagery... as i was coming home this morning.… then reading the imprints you left… lightly dancing on the soft pink c… over the white horizon in the mor…

abstract paint i did again after many years gone by forgot the feeling of the strokes mixing of hews to blend much like poetry, never seeing

learning from history only to follow their steps as eternity rolls or calls us home

shuffle reshuffle cut . reshuffle picking different cards this time placing a crinkle

the paths come together and run side by side some of us just wanting to hide painting on plastic wrap it will be such a ride