Poem for Painters
2
Pushed on by the incompletion
of what goes before me
I hesitate before this paper
scratching for the right words.
Paul Klee scratched for seven years
on smoked glass, to develop
his line, LaVigne says, look
at his face! he who has spent
all night drawing mine.
The sun also
rises on the rooftops, beginning
w/ violet. I begin in blue
knowing why we are cool.
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