impromptu

on this blank page
this electronic easel
pulsating empty, white, pixels
there is potential for me
to almost write a reddish sun
like you painted on your wall
a redder son rising, or setting,
photoed over this blue salty sea
a brownish muddy river
or our unsalted lake

but...
i could write and write
and never match 
your singing while 
driving us to... 
i can't remember where

it never mattered after
hearing your song
the sun of your heart and soul
warming the whole world

september 2025