Wednesday, June 17, 2015

IMPACT

Once 
and always, whenever
he's contacted—

the little artist—stooping, 
blushes 

and confesses 
true confusion 
when inevitably asked 

after—such
misapprehended things
as

tools
and a canvas.

Ice—
heat, maybe?

elevation—
compression!

Don't you see? How 
a little 

bit 
of everything

just tends—
to interact
and reinforce

and of course—just dance
with itself
all at once!

when all you're attempting
to make
each day

is just a little
compassion

slathered—as it were,
across the surface
of understanding.

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