Thursday, April 23, 2015

Watercoloring

The sky began to tilt,
a shift of light toward the higher clouds,
so I seized my brush
and dipped my little cup in the stream,

but once again I streaked the paper gray
with a hint of green,
water began to slide down the page,
rivulets looking for a river.

And again, I was too late-
then the sky made another turn,
this time as if to face a mirror
held in the arm of an outstretched god.
-Billy Collins

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