Saturday, October 8, 2011

day 76




Good morning
I lay here with 
poised hands of
a painter. There is
no fancy cot here,
just a home of
butterflies. I don't
know where you are.
I don't know what we would be painting
with our fingertips if
you were home,
physically. You've caught
me-- red handed. The
walls are pink now,
and St. Valentine is visiting.

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