Wednesday, November 22, 2006
We Are Blind
Nothing new
the sea is blue
the land is brown
Grey is the town
Green is the tree
what colors are
we?
We do not see!
We do not see!
Mixed Medium
Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched.