capture'd i
.
forward
mine right timberland'z
boot
left
thump
thump
flump
mine exhausted
'pon her painter'z
stool
her purty come'd
next mine
to
adjust her muse
she steps back
she decides not
she slaps
she slidez
her oil'd sable 'pon
the canvas
forever
i
hern
spark
spur
whim
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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