Wednesday, August 1, 2012

o41

he paints on a mobile canvas
tossing chaff to the wind
stirs it with a whisper
and laughs
as the colors pop
like gum on pursed lips

2 comments:

  1. and he doesn't need us one dot. not he, not the leaf, not the wind.

    vibrance, the photo and the written piece.

    xo
    erin

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