Thoughts on a life
I paint you a painting of cobalt blue.
You love its possibilities and know
that blue sometimes isn’t just a color.
It is the stars,
your cold and crashing California coast.
An artist once taught me:
great painters understand the darks.
You don’t paint, but you understand
You are the best kind of wild.
And I cry as I write this,
not trying to be mysterious,
just sketching down
these thoughts on a most special life.
My little sister:
Please don’t die
Please don’t leave me.