Sunday, March 27, 2011

Riding to Art, Gliding Past Stars

        Quiet.  Reaction to suddenness.
Want to take time, be thoughtful, 
but I don’t have time for that.
Approaching projects the way my
sister would a new wine idea.
What does she arrange in her sight?
Want to ask, but I feel such inquiries
would present invasiveness.  Don’t want
to word such, especially to another artist,
especially 2 family.
Louder, but only in my head.
This page, emptying my angst.
holding self up with coffee beans, milk
hoping this page, soon, filled
(3/27/11, Sunday)

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