I see
stars
He paints
night suns
swirls
mazes
I see
people and water
He paints
love and lovers
reflections and depths
I see an early, outdoor Starbucks
He paints
friendship
breaking bread
drinking wine
the joys of life
I cannot see
what he sees
until his brush rests
April 22, 2019
#GloPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2019 Day 22 Prompt: write a poem that engages with another art form.
#ShutUpWrite2019 Challenge
beautiful
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