And there will be Peace(c) Singleton 2007
The hawk hovered
gliding/slicing
papercutting the sky
into a zillion little
pieces of
baby blue
indigo blue
forgotten blue
confetti
raining
falling
crashing
down
Into the moonlit and henna dirty
mudpuddle
And I watched my reflection there....
waiting....
On the sky to sink
a thousand 501 blues
in jagged little pieces
to the very bottom,
heavy
and fading...
And for the sun to rise....
to reach with her long dangly arms
and pluck
blue diamonds from
the earth,
quilt them together into the satin sheeted sky
of a new day,
my day,
this day.....
waiting for the winds to blow....
Colored pencils, markers, ink and all that hoo~hah on 81/2 by 11 card stock
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