Blue Henna Hand(C) Singleton 2009
I looked down
and traced a thousand
spider web
tattoos,
the tell-tale
broken lines of
every highway I've ever
wandered down,
the faint perfumed stain of
every weed I've plucked
from the garden
and embraced until it
was a Morning Glory...
the rambling
story of my life,
etched forever
on my blue,
blue hands...
I'm Old now.
And I'm thankful
12 x 12 collage with markers, colored pencils, sharpie and odd papers on a Saturday morning reflection.
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