Tints, Tinges
paintings on the unpainted walls,
though quaint or even mistaken,
exude the naive hope
of capturing
the shaking silhouettes of shadows
of the truth, the artful, the beautiful,
both vague and vivid,
and of coaxing
imageries to pause, to stay a while,
as the coarse canvas the brush
caresses with moist hues,
tints, tinges.
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