#299 of 365 – “canvases”

“canvases “

 

breath of evening

almost still

against the

folding sun

 

so quiet

through the spaces

where memories

have begun

 

whispering

over creases

where yesterdays

hide

 

and brushing against

the canvases

where tomorrows

reside

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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