August 19th
These hands tell the stories
About myself and the rivers I’ve crossed
Curve and move in intricate ways
Never to be truly found, but truly lost.
I describe art
By flooding water on to paper
With waves that flow back at me
My body swimming in that memory.
These hands tell the stories
About myself and the rivers I’ve crossed
Curve and move in intricate ways
Never to be truly found, but truly lost.
I describe art
By flooding water on to paper
With waves that flow back at me
My body swimming in that memory.