#299 of 365 – “canvases”

“canvases “


breath of evening

almost still

against the

folding sun


so quiet

through the spaces

where memories

have begun



over creases

where yesterdays



and brushing against

the canvases

where tomorrows



About Blackbird

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