One of those small moments worth living for (a poem)

An afternoon at the library a couple of days ago.

Once the color is affixed to the page
step back and admire

The shapes may not be what you had intended
but, oh, the color!

The glorious, right-in-front-of-you, living color!

(13 August 2015—posted August 15)

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