Literary Yard

Search for meaning


By: Brylle Bautista Tabora


God likes to paint
with one eye closed
The sky is his canvas
In the morning
he dips his thumb
into two colors:
Blue and white
(the purplish white)
and starts to draw
unfinished images:
An elephant with three legs,
a lovers’ kiss parting,
or perhaps an inverted fish
lapping over the other
After he sits back
takes a sip of his coffee
and spins the world round
and round

Tonight is different
He removes his gloves
takes down his canvas
and places it under his bed
He lies still, for a moment,
To think his work over
He will make a new painting tomorrow
But right now he has to sleep
Sleep is good


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