9/26/08_Poem by Betina Hershey Russo
This one brings me peace
Look at the motion, the individualistic order
The lines, circles and swoops
I’m at home in yellows and whites,
Her delicate, steady way of letting lines touch hills
My heart wanders the squiggly lumps and valleys,
Eyes lingering longingly, restfully
As my soul sinks into the delicacies
Oh, how her gifted treasures to the world and herself
In lone meanderings of the mind
Bring peace
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