Tuesday, March 24, 2009

I am a painter?

Liquid swirls,
Bristles drip,
How may I keep you alive?
Awake to memory,
A dance in the mind,
Upon a lazy foot will slip.
Fall so freely
Over delicate bridge,
Will it cast you honestly so?
Climb to present
Reach for sensation,
Over tomorrow’s afternoon,
Then trip.
For a lie or a love will you sway me this way?
Or cradle me with home and with care?
Keep me ‘till Wednesday?
Yes that is the day.
I catch you with arm and with wrist.

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