This is the part
where I admit
I do not know
how to paint
and the paper
is blank but
it’s marvelous
to sit for an hour
with five pink tulips,
one of them bent
already, bowing
to what appears
when we’re still.
This is the part
where I admit
I do not know
how to paint
and the paper
is blank but
it’s marvelous
to sit for an hour
with five pink tulips,
one of them bent
already, bowing
to what appears
when we’re still.
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Oh, how I love this poem.