Learning to draw

Learning to draw

I notice that nothing

is what I think:

the cat an oval with fuzzy

edges, dog tail a beret

perched on her head.

The book is narrow

as its spine. Trees

get small, the road

vanishes. Shadows

blend with teacups,

leaves twist their points

at me, every nose

is striped with white,

city roofs stack

and shade. Nothing

squares. Windows

are the darkest parts.



February 10, 2015

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