[noted at One Room's section of poetry]

from the poem Awareness of Praise:

I envy the extreme clearness
to draw figures from memory.
As simple as buttoning
your coat in the tone of the flesh.
Never to hurriedly,
as a spider waits for flies in its web.

If only every artist had something to live
on and to work on. It's looking
at things for a long time that ripens you.