.
.
little teeny
bits of inspiration
float endlessly
by my eye
but sometimes
tend to defy
capture
landing just shy
my feeble try
to weave with words
a painting plied
with sounds as color
like a deep blue autumn sky
brown leaf that’s dry
intense red, but shy
for no particular reason
that would allow
logical explanation why
bother selling
something others
find simply hard to buy
.
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