I can't remember where I found this, so if anyone has seen it before, let me know! I want to give credit, where credit is due! :) Thanks...
Postcard From a Lost Artist
She will be known as the Michelangelo
of the second graders, of the bittersweet
chocolate or lover, both too hard for her
mouth. The quest is never to carry
cobwebs, never to be the girl
with the untidy corners, behind her
ears--spiders, but what she sees
are the unfinished paintings
on the right side of her brain,
this is how she carries yesterdays,
how she moves forward while still remembering
the scrapbook of wildflowers. The orchestra
is more than a map of Maine, more than
the red-winged blackbirds(one of the few birds
she can tell by ear). But what can she paint
today? She will be the Michelangelo
of the madronas, the human
god who touched the clouds by finding a field
tall enough. The sky,
the color of stillness. The forest,
someone's lost childhood
with all those trees for climbing.
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