Sunday, July 10, 2016

A Wish

Blue eyes, crystal clear flesh like her mother...
I don't know the spaces she will inhabit : stucco wooden utopias where she will host parties for 
the others. 
But I hope for an understanding of beyond primary colors.
A paintbrush poised to deny landscape and form: to dance across the sidewalk edge
to a city street full of deep brown. 

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