Monday, January 9, 2017

Paint Poem

You
are the
old paint
under the new.
There is no
replacing
you-
and though
you stay
hidden,
you are
the base
on which
each new color
rests.
So I will paint
muddy gray or
sky blue or even
sunshine yellow-
and know that
you
are still here.

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