December
30, 1982 2:00 p.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Brushstrokes
girl aimlessly sitting waiting biting her nails hoping for hope's helpful showers friendly with corners a loner remember shifting her sight to the embers people discuss a tired plot form a movie sequel as if it means something in their lives nobody understands but he doesn't listen 'totally' out of synchronization with her needs who are they ? I sit behind my canvas painting brushstokes paint her into a corner will the paintbrush dry ?
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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