collection of poetry Nick Ray
Dewdrops,  Poems

PAINTER

Under the lamp
Painter stood at night
Sadly smiling
His picture painting

That face
Like I’ve known for years
That face
What I loved

Time
Hanging out around us
Stood still for a moment
And then ran away again

I only wanted to find
What the picture hides
And what was left behind
Just an empty frame

So advise me
Where should I look for you
The painter
It was me

(8.11.2022)

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