(c) Singleton 2009
They glanced down,
quietly barefooting around me,
a parade of strangers passing the motel door,
nodding....
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
the sea,
and laughter,
and sudden commotion....
Everyone thought I was drawing
in make-believe,
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.