Drips

The painter paints today in drips

As tears upon the canvas run;

Tomorrow will see strangers

Passing by the work, indifferent

 

For sorrows melt into the air

As comments stray are flying

About the playoffs yesterday

And where to best buy coffee

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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