TGIF

Thank God, it’s Friday!

Sadly, instead of writing about art, my mind is filled with words swirling on and about everything else.

So I wrote a poem, instead.

foggy words

A starry night after

maelstrom

of sweat, muscles and brain.

the call of birds wakes

sleeping dreamers

rolling in slumber.

smoke billowing

in midair

raindrops dancing everywhere.

of misunderstandings and rage

of laughter and pain

it takes too much effort to wait.

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