I watched Kirk Douglas in "Lust for Life' on Netflix last night. So today I had to tote my sketch pad and drawing utensils into the great outdoors for some manic/depressive scribbling. Here are the results:
In a brown pot
even mostly dead herbs
look classical.
When the artist makes cedar
behind a fence look like
a bamboo grove --
it's time he took up
photography.
A windy day.
A red No-Parking curb,
crammed with dead leaves.
It all means only one thing --
torticollis.
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