Owl
We spent our
Sunday afternoon
Pouring love on a canvas,
Stroke by careful stroke,
Spilling the universe from
Felt tip markers.
You asked if I wanted
To make an owl,
I said,
“We don’t have
The right colors.”
You just laughed
And said,
“There’s no such thing
As the wrong colors.”
And in that moment
I wanted to hug you
And weep.
Portraits of a Ghost 
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This is touching and beautiful. It reminds me of a thought that came to me the other day: “There is no wrong way to describe the sunset.” Here’s an acrostic poem for you as a way of saying thanks for sharing. 🙂
One views the
World with eyes for
Love all one’s own.
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