as it started out it was discovery
first blink
first bawl
first bite
the world is not a canvass
it's a painting
we sit
and stare
absorb
you're just like a leaf
delicate
taking it in
creating wonder
from your wander
36 years in
why do i write?
why do i trace my feelings with ink?
why do we part
and our hearts, sink?
i'm hungry again, for wonder
to sit again
and gaze
and gape
and fascinate
i'm worded well for winter
but these forces strangle me
when i forget to give
and looking for likes
is panning in grey water
what will i say
to just love like osmosis
to just like you
because
you're a painting to me
because
you're the greatest
discovery
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