Her Name is Love
(c) Singleton 2009
They glanced down,
quietly barefooting around me,
a parade of strangers passing the motel door,
and every now and then
someone would whisper,
a butterfly talking to the wind,
"What's her name?"
And I would smile and say "Love"....
the colors spilling and splashing,
lines going up and down
in lazy circles with the sounds of
and sudden commotion....
Everyone thought I was drawing
but I wasn't....
I was coloring the face in the
cool blue Ocean puddle....
the mermaid in the bottomless mirror....
And her name is Love....
8 1/2 by 11. Colored pencils, markers and ink on salty cardstock.