Smooth Beats On A Canvas

Nodding off or bopping

either or is enlightening 

to a situation 

I am made aware.


Distracted by a melody

These smooth beats move, 

but cause me to 

stop and listen.


How is this happening 

when the deep deep pink

sloshes into a wet puddle

dripping everywhere?


Brush clean,

beat clean;

New color,

new song. 


I carry on:





a finished playlist.

a finished canvas. 

This poem is about: 


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