Saturday, September 02, 2006

Finger Paint

"there are pictures in my head no palette can match
ideas you have never seen
when I was six, I could not let go
I can let go now
and let the devices be

I cannot explain the creations that come
when you are gone to the world
and all its machines
to leave the brushes at our feet
cover our world in dreams"

from Finger Paint by Cassandra Crone
Copyright ©2006 Cassandra Crone
[ otilius photo: Greenpoint, Brooklyn bus stop... ]


Blue Panther said...

Nice picture!!!


love the poem..almost as much as i love the picture...what is he thinking? he lonely...does he have a dog?

Anonymous said...

I like the reflection of the cars in the picture.

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