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

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

reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass

if only to have him see that the inside of the marble wont roll, tilted but the pink of the rose will go up the nose

while registering to buy Italy your mistaken identity diminished wrapped around and covered with banana peels and egg shells castings smell and then you sell

the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots

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,

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

the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds

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