Rudimentary Masterpiece

RUDIMENTARY MASTERPIECE a curt four year old grimacing at scrawl comments, “that’s ugly. what is it?” i teach the sicklier of two twins to reply with the truth, “i’m not finished, yet!” the impressive duo of longsuffering — a pair of candlesticks in God’s presence. remember the next time someone interrupts your opus ink, your rudimentary masterpiece, drip some wax, seal your verse with a kiss, find your virtue in the sedimentary apropos of glacier ice, where splendid hexagonal crystals, like dendrites morph into a blue-butterfly Frost.* 4/2/2018 *Robert Frost wrote a lovely poem called “Blue-Butterfly Day”