It’s the color that sticks with me
keeping space in my heart
stained like pavement
under paper flowers in the rain
daily art challenge
Free
God is a sculptor
and his master works are free
no admission, on display
for us permanently
Sentinels
Stewards of the sandy earth
dare fragility
bearing sun, wind, snow and us
guarding eternity
Bar balance
Five blondes with starter waddles illuminated
by the pale blue of smartphones
eating nachos they will pay someone
to vacuum off their thighs later
don’t tip the native
with the silkvelvet voice
and complicated guitar lilts in the corner
who doesn’t make in a year
what they’ve collectively spent on shoes
in that same span of time
Yet everyone acts as if this is normal
and it is
Painted windows
There are still places full of craftspeople
untainted by efficiency
unconcerned with perfection
uninterested in regularity
painting windows into murals of vignettes
just for the joy of it
Strut
Roosters own this town
all plumes and puffed chests
bright colors under suspicious eyes
Seeps
When I see a scene
that I know will be a painting
it crawls inside my brain
and waits behind my eyes
and seeps down through my chest
until it creeps into my fingertips
Narnia
Crystal doorknobs beckon
winking mysteries in the low light
sending friend requests from wonder
behind closet doors tonight
Glacially
People don’t say things move at a glacial pace anymore
since their faces starting melting off the shores
and though every now and then I say a prayer
for the dying polar bears
I always change the charity commercial to stop from crying