Needs
I knew he was famous
in a common way
his picture
was made public,
his words
were seen in print
I read his words
without giving them
much reflection
until the phrase repeated:
“we need to….”
“we need to…”
I thought about
what I was always
so desperately
trying to say
about the flowers
the sky
the clouds
all the beauty
that lies
outside ourselves,
out of reach
out of touch;
all the beauty
behind the scenes,
beneath the surface,
the essence
of all beauty.
What is it that lies in the space
between the paint
and the canvas?
it has to be us.
then I read more
of what he wrote
and I wondered
what it was
he needed.
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