Overturned Soil
Let's workshop this poem about how perception of imperfections as blemishes to be concealed eclipses the fresh opportunities they open up
Overturned Soil
Ill-timed notes sung
flat, twitches of the brush
beyond borders
preordained—in them
he saw only stains to be
winced from mind
instead of milkable
breaks, muses nudging
the stream toward
unguessed glory
that could wind up
crowning them lynchpin stars.
Bob Ross and Miles Davis- strange bedfellows.