I thought a lot about many things
I didn’t care about much today
Just where one foot was going
In front of the other
Flowers and skies
Warm breezes blowing
A flock of tiny flowers
Nesting on trees
Multiple colors
Inviting and welcoming
My thoughts turned to whispers
A clean and blank canvas
I put the paints away this time
Staring at the white space
Having done nothing
I smiled at ghost cameras
That dazzling shrug
Creating by doing nothing
Taking form on the paper
Colors and words enough
Existed already

 

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