When I looked at her painting;
her islands coming in from both
sides of the page, her ocean so
mottled with reflections and her
trees so sharp and toothlike;
I could only remember the
thousands of similar scenes
I had painted over and over
and over again and again in
artclass. So alone, so affraid
I painted like a frozen painting,
unable to bend or move.
Such a life I have found since then.
I had almost forgotten where I had been.
But, her painting has helped me to find
that place in me. A place I have moved
a way from.
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