In the shade of a tree,
I make and I break lines.
Unruly twigs become steps.
I find things then I hide things.
Remembering some people,
I write words then delete words.
Closing a book I paint it shut.
Inky darkness.
Something else appears,
A cobalt blue bird with four legs,
This is my work – period.
I make and I break lines.
Unruly twigs become steps.
I find things then I hide things.
Remembering some people,
I write words then delete words.
Closing a book I paint it shut.
Inky darkness.
Something else appears,
A cobalt blue bird with four legs,
This is my work – period.
August 2017