...I, on a rainy day, once found the perfect picture
when sunshine filtered through rolling gray
to give raindrops their color. Now
cameras are useless brushes, should some sudden need occur
, forever missing pixels, looking past contrast, losing focus;
paint (oil, acrylic, maybe watercolor?) too cannot capture our
climate’s spectral shades, frameless moments, shifting facts;
language isn’t any better, not very, but if you’ll pardon
contractions and count them anyhow (allow poetic cheats,
permit imperfections), my pen is drawn. I’m ready. I’ll try.
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