London Poem: Day 54

10 October

Creating in thick strokes,
Which are never cautious enough
To allow the paint to spread thinly –
Only moving impetuously
To attain what is wanted when its wanted.
It’s never bright enough,
Or there is never enough water.
Still, we just paint and paint –
Creating our worlds
With lazy hands,
Providing desires on a whim,
And shading the danger so it never is seen.

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