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Pondering still?


What was I thinking?

What was I thinking?


I had just begun to toss colors onto white paper and take delight at what would happen. 

 A black line here and then there…how I hoped something, someone would emerge.  

You must have wanted to come forth…I never planned you.  

Now every time I glance your way I marvel at the memory of that moment of creative collaboration.  

I could never duplicate you or create a style around you, 

                               because I don’t know what I was thinking in choosing those colors, those lines. 

 You smile at me as if to say, ” that’s ok, I rather like being one of a kind”.