Fingers black with newsprint ink just as her’s
are with charcoal.
She lounges there with over-sized headphones
sketching, and I want to
I could frame it and wrap it
and let someone else peel it all away to know
what I do.
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Not really a poem…a piece from an old attempt at something important, that never really got there.
Looking forward to seeing everyone at the meeting tonight – travel safe.