Alphabet City

Today I wish you many eagles,
to grace your eye, to guide your mind,
to fly in echelon with your heart

cc: CC '22

You've come this far and yet
know not the trees' types
and nary the call of any bird 

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A life,
once alive,
leaves
a leaf

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Every now and then,
swab out your nostrils

Smell how sweet funky life

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Food so pure that the dishes come clean
under running water and a swipe of the hand

Grow you, fractal and concentric, 
let your every part throb with life,
the pathway for that which sustains

Build from the inside-out
to be that which is there

cc: CC '22

But are you an artist, she whispers,
not breathlessly, for there is ample air

No need for any real more subtle,
than here, than now

Be any blue you choose

I bleed wet-on-wet in the wash,
touch sun and turn to life

On the burnt umber I shadow,
pool and run

The suggestion of you,
line with form
and values

...and just like that,
a cloud pass, and
we lose our light

cc: CC '22

Shadow
in real life
is perfectly 
rendered

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I give
my best art
away

cc: CC '22

When doing watercolor in the morning,
clearly differentiate your coffee mug
from your water pail

cc: CC '22

The shadow of your imperfection
is cast with a hard straight edge, 
such is the forgiveness of light

cc: Chagall '22