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11 April 2010

black and white

i only paint in black and white
without color
without even a shade of gray

my black is only the darkest black
the tint of the coal
the shadow of the night

my white only the purest white
the blindness of the sun
the purity of redemption

undistracted by nuances of color
i touch my brush to the paper
and close my eyes

 each morning   i come in peace   with one final kiss   looking for you   castle in the mist   Bakery Square   dreaming of you   airport   black and white   It must have been a dozen years since we last spoke.   Trudging down the street.   one more day   my guitar hands   what a night.   Why did they need both the Atlantic and the Pacific?   as this morning's light   the king