Tuesday, August 28, 2012

At the Gallery Indigo of Night

Switching sidewalks
left to right
licking an ice cream
wind sweeps the hair
from shoulders
solidarity is key
to being free.

Skipping stones
till eight at night
feed the duckling
before bedtime
and stare at the ceiling.

The imagination is
a canvas.
The mind is always
re-stretched, gessoed,
new layers of paint.
Be your own gallery.

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