A Painted Prose
Robin,
like last leaf
of autumn,
clings
to a velvet
rose. Ah,
such a lovely
scene, from painted
prose of God,
the Unseen-
of which thru his artwork
reminded me of
a child
holding sweet mama,
‘til he was being
breezed away
into manhood, by the thrilling
wings of her olden days.
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