Sunday, September 11, 2016


Straight lines could live inside,
but I don't know where.
I can't find anything else
besides gentle slopes and curves.

I love it all now,
peachy and ruddy with spots,
and shades of brown and gold
with a touch of blue.

Mellifluous qualities emerge
with patience applied,
nothing is metal or rubber
or battery powered,
we're more complex and beautiful.

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