Posts Tagged ‘paint brushes leaning in a glass of water’

wet brushes
open palms
walking beside reveals grey to grey
eyes drinking rain, one answer to thirst
color undresses, a falling cloud
robin’s egg blue, witness feathers
above canvas line-of-sight, on my cheek
standing in glass, water
dried paint becomes memory
laying down, here’s one stain
legs measure first day fog
begin to swim,
although you’d think, uphill
how do the handles lean?
toward, or away from you

bristles splayed arms wide
neil reid © 2014 january

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