Three Mississippi

This precarious perch between old & new.
The perfunctory ten-count for super glue.

This piece was absentee before I hung it.
I thoughtfully choose; I’ve never just flung it.

I meditate & plan for each little thing.
Where does this piece belong? Which spot makes it sing?

All eventualities cross thru my mind.
Even though, there’s only one right place to find.

My brain sweat’s priming all canvasses ahead.
“Just so” wins the day; while other plans lay dead.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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