Saturday, April 9, 2022

Day 9. Watercolor in Nine Lines


I’m watercolor, mere splash of self,

leaking runnels of prussian blue

From eyes that no longer see.

My skin blurs and smudges

My outline obscures.

Awash in mauve

I dissolve

Into

dew.


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