As She Appears
Someone may think this isn’t
finished
That I stopped and didn’t start
again
Someone might wonder if a drawing
Is ever really done
Do we not just stop
When the image is clear
When the past filters through
Someone may think they know
That I stopped when I saw her
again
Someone might wonder if her ghost
Is ever really gone
Do we not just stop
When the image is clear
When the anger returns
Random doodles, while in a waiting
room a week ago. They were all just strangers until…
3.5”x 5.5” ballpoint pen on
paper, of course