You paint a heron blue
on brown branch. You
always create.

Your violin blurs into
hand-written sheet
music. Sunshine tints

your hair red. In autumn
you bury yourself
in leaves, tune strings

in the shadows to
summon the sun
and feed violets.


(originally published in Cacti Fur, Winter 2019)

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