With A Brush Like The Hand Of A Drowning Man
written by: John Grey
in a cement park
the rocky bones of chess players
color plait
of summer
catalpas & mimosas
joggers smug
each footstep touching down
like a needle on vinyl
deft
roller-skaters
twisting skateboarders
anything to upset a still-life canvas
a bard
who knows better than the crowd
a woman corroding her torso
with sunspots
is the world incomplete
without this?
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