like a widow spider he knew
Monday, August 31st, 2009
she was the new lady in town with
red-afro, twice divorced and sensitive,
who sat down beside him, he
the artist with ever-ready
drawing pad and pencil drew
a Picasso-like likeness even
a child could comprehend-
a simple face with curly hair
hearts bursting upwards
tears bursting downwards
and she walked into his web.
she learned and then reflected…
the River asked,
“Must great beauty always be birthed
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