The canvas stands handsome,
yet is untouched
A clean slate with
the scrape of a brush
Give the painting
substance with a resilient swipe
Flashes of brilliance
some say are too bright
The lectures make
more sense in the rain
The notes are
soaked, but console through the pain
The thunder has an
odd sense of calm
The skies are
spontaneously drawn
Mildew in the next
day’s newsletter
The bird won’t stop
flying it will just lose feathers
The tides carry a
load of buried treasure
Rise on new lands,
is the visit for business or pleasure?
New acquaintances
made due to common admiration
Financial gain
subsides when you overlook ramifications
Gambling can be
draining to the hand that wages
Left with nothing
but that handsome frame
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