Shadows are unpredictable brushes. Or maybe shadows adhere to the properties of ink-paintings. Shadows are spoons to a cook. The ingredients stand-alone; it's the combining that produces the
meal. Words are like that to a poem. And sometimes the space between words in a line says it all.
P.S. The table is the canvas for a shared meal.
Metrix
ReplyDeleteI name it "Roustabout"
elemental shapes of favor
pastels to vanquish evil
beginnings of thought about traces
of the original and what surfaces on the surface
do we ever erase completely?
shadows, as she says, are as --
--the slant of sun is everything
2016, SF, CA