Art, Pen

Fast Lane

A kid, hugging his folded knees,

and hanging his neck in between them,

was drawing shapes on dried mud.

A smooth world carved with a sharp rock.

I wish I could share some joy too,

or tell him how to draw the Sun right,

but my world is too perfect to have flaws,

and too fast to sit, wait or think.

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