Secret Ingredients
Painting
an old masters hand-
long unused sable brushes
come back to life
–
hazy morning-
blobs of white
dot the hillside
Benches
a weathered park bench
waiting on the bus a child
takes the time to sit
–
early afternoon-
pigeons gather by
an empty bench
Homeless
sputtering neon-
piles of rags weakly lit by
the staccato glow
–
november night-
threadbare blankets
in the doorway
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