The Evening Ended in Oil-Base
earth, my canvas, an easel to replicate these
moments that leave my lungs absent of air.
paint each scene with my own meaning
because imagery is nothing without vision.
--Excerpt from upcoming Polaroids & Poetry book, title TBD.
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