from xolox - Saturday, April 23, 2005
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Had an idea for a painting. Sometimes when this happens I promptly forget it, so I decided to write a "note to self", which grew on it's own, so to speak.
Boys Paper boat, listing.
Journeys upon it's lazy stream to the bottom.
Among the leaves of yesteryear's fall
does this pilgrim find solidarity.
Solitude is forgotten, when memories fade.
Memory, like the sunset's red paint.
Boy solidiers proud hat, tilting.
Of yesterday's news, soon forgotten.
Bourne on the breeze that carries his dreams,
is the scent of familiarity.
Simple joys are forgotten when childhood fades.
Memory, maturity's cruel taint.