she set the easel up steadying the back leg with an old glue tube while raising up in her chair she spots it, there it was,
glossed over as if covered in a way that makes it new some say white others blue
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
until now when the understanding is felt while sifting fingers through freshly plowed dirt
when the seed turns to dust and we can only lust after the thoughts of the beginning to only find the end
most definitely worth gazing into and holding on as the water pours… trying to flood the soul of the wh… the warm rays embarrassing as if t… going deep as if searching the oce…
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…
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
you have away of making three equa… mixing the blue and yellow to spea… measuring the depths of the roots,… putting the whole on the scroll and sealing with the kings ring
the words dancing with the notes as you make the music sing up and down as they go around per-sifted to fill the air
your works make me feel that we met in the hall somewhere, only i saw and looked away, distra… by the moth eating the caterpillar and you watched me as i watched th…
i tried sign language, the languag… they call it, the mating call, the… of the pelican to the penguin as t… and you see the light through the… and know that there is hope, waiti…
if i mix red and blue will it make… or a fragment of the odor it could be the base or nothing at all the wash between cycles
all my progress was placed in the lost or stolen box as the train of eyes cross the sky in puffs of clouds racing for the chicken soup
tracking the shadow of the bird to know the hearts desire is all the people heard in s.o.s. through the wire with out being a liar