ED’E

ED’E

She danced

around, could draw the

anatomy of

animals,

humans, heartache and

even cows

made of fiberglass.

Where now sister? Remember

The fourth of

July when you came with bags

of laundry

to do, or the art

colony you backed

out of?  And

Paul, the picky dumb

ass, what was

he thinking?  Your large

emotional spectrum was

a touch hard

to handle, except for those

with equal

experience; such lovers

burn out so

dramatically

in short or long bursts.

Nothing could

ever fully grab you like

art, but your

blues singing, meld in

to Georgia, came close.

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