Live Paintings
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Quietly sitting, watching reflections as if they were
live paintings.
Noticing their lack of color in the evening light, they
look dead-pan faced with no emotions showing.
Every once in a while, figures going walking or running
through the reflections of images, which I am staring at.
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