Poem|: Restoration

An art work, if only cleaned.


Each of us harbors perceptions
of how we’re doing,
seen dimly across the light
that won’t chase shadows
Washing those faint outlines
of desire in faded colors
Our lives a Sistine Chapel ceiling
waiting to be cleaned
Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
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Jim Freeman's
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