A drawing
Stretching and twisting the skylinefar beyond the one hand drawing,
invisibility develops in shades
and vivacious shapes of light.
The coal calls for attention
at the end of a dreamless day
with details that move continuously
toward the never ending completion.
Black eyes formulate motion
in an ordinary universe
with tall orders and servants
that melt into the grade.
Derelict days of wonder
reappear on rough paper,
a present whim of newness
leads the hand astray.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 21:40
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