She has a soft presence
Of pink shoes
Her hand glides over
Folded white paper
Her pens gives it
A Muted Brown Hue
Slices of Ideas with
Staggered Short Strokes
Fill The Blank Space
Of Muted Brown Moments
A World, our world
occurs around us.
A World, her world
disjointed slices,
Develops and fills A
Delightfully Dreary Space
She focuses, sketches,
draws and reflects.
She notes the space
Filled
As the page is turned
A world of slices is gone
And her world begins anew.
