Friday, November 12, 2010

House with Picket Fence at Dusk: Painting and Photo



My Cup Runneth



My electrons
scud happily
about my brain
I love the fluid
leaps like air
sliding over mountain.

When I open my eyes
color like tin pan
music from the sun
and fluid flows,
the slipping and
oozing of syrups and
waters.

In my closed eyes
mandalas of sunlight
are the precursors of dreams.




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