A Short Poem About Many Things
On the narrow edge of canvas an artist leaves unintended fingerprints, the drifting tail of an incomplete line, a smudge. […]
On the narrow edge of canvas an artist leaves unintended fingerprints, the drifting tail of an incomplete line, a smudge. […]
Sometimes you look for something else. A corner where there might be rust. An eyelash width. A speck of