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Last Stroke Of A Brush
Ivy Rose |
A soft, blue-gray sky frames
a beige elephant who stares out
into a distant past,
as snowy, cattle egrets
flutter back and forth
in a dance of macabre joy.
I wonder what you're seeing,
what you're really feeling.
You patiently wait
as an artist brushes
oil paints upon canvas
bringing you to life
in muted earth-tones,
displaying your portrait
on a wall in a thriving,
art colony. Your beady,
black eyes revealing little
of the universe inside
of you. And, I am mesmerized,
fully captivated. For you
are so mountainous,
so massive; yet you wait
with infinite patience
for the last stroke
...of an artist's brush.
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