I love art and don’t know why.
Blame it on my youth. I would wake up
Io didn’t know what time it was. I had newspapers
To deliver. They were at Ron’s place in his garage
Had to get them at 5 A.M.
A blackbird would call to me. It was a lament for Linus
He had died in an accident. Everyone had loved him.
He helped anyone who needed it, Often singing mignon’s song
He was a good singer and talker. He once said “I fall in love too easily”
He loved everyone and put them first. Never thinking, nobody else but me
Always alert and never lucid.
Whin I finished my paper route I walked by the empty shops
The bakery was open. Chocolate chip cookie time
Then the art gallery windows. Taking in all the wonder that
Was placed so artfully on canvas. Different people, different styles
That must be my answer on why I love art
It taught me to never copy, but be original at all costs
And always do my best in all my endeavors.
Stanski
August 7, 2024, ^
Steve Haarman 