at this time of day
when i have
just a bit
of
not having to do
something else
i can pain the black before
the pink and yellow begin
or i can paint
the yellow
and green
that i know are there
in the black
Genesis or Easter
the soft wet
of morning grass and flowers
before the sun
has dried the plant
before
chasing away the dew
almost the opposite
of the process
of human sex
all is better felt
than seen
or
is it
the other way around
words paint and sculpt
and
the mind sees
however it may
find
and the mind feasts
on all of it
--
Jonathan
