i tried sign language, the languag… they call it, the mating call, the… of the pelican to the penguin as t… and you see the light through the… and know that there is hope, waiti…

the tales find words in them the weepings from the finger print… speak through words UN-know little smears of oil mixed with du… pressed down in ink, some would sa…

turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see

she set the easel up steadying the back leg with an old glue tube while raising up in her chair she spots it, there it was,

abstract paint i did again after many years gone by forgot the feeling of the strokes mixing of hews to blend much like poetry, never seeing

the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds

sliding hand through first to make… as i push through the pomegranate… hands caress the tight plump fruit the juice absorbing into my pours and i sweating it’s juice, we beco…

down yonder it gracefully glides cascades of color to my surprise light on one side - confides in the corner where it hides the reflection of the shadow

if only the words were as real as… a b c can tell it right from left the j from the the k fifty years gone by with out the b finding it’s way

a convitare of pastries and tea ricevimento of the package a little ballo on skates picking the paint off the fence to place in the box and wrap