In
the brief moment I notice the sliver of moon
White
and small as a fingernail, strong like bone
Her
drink spills, rinsing my watercolor memory
The
canvas never dries
A
small, white fingernail. Strong like bone
My
words crawl from inside myself
To
paint a canvas that never dries
A
lost child is crying
Crawling
from inside herself her words
Blend
with peppermint, dance with brandy
A
lost child is crying
Artwork
in the dark of the moon
A
blending of peppermint and brandy
Her
drink spills, rinses with watercolor memories
Artwork
in the dark of the moon
In
the brief moment, I notice the sliver
