Our Ultimate Painter
nature’s light bulb in the eye of the rising sun appears
dark sky breaks open, ushering in a fresh day
glorious pinks, yellows and oranges
flung like paint from a sixties paint spinning machine
a lone tear slides out of my eye, as my soul is overcome
with this majesty.
Words are insufficient
I could never paint
like our Ultimate Painter.
So I stare, mesmerized.
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