I recognize this
this is that trip to
Henry's old haunt
the veneer of the lake
the scribbles of wind
the shadows are gone
you, captured with a smile
hyperreal drafted in your style...
uncanny how true
the form of the clouds
without any flaw
conveniently
you always leave out
what's hardest to draw
you, captured with a smile
hyperreal drafted in your style...
but something's not right. it looks like it's painted from memory
a photo would show all the darkness under my eyes
the color's a scheme to cover what isn't appealing
the figment of love in the pigment of your designs
