overflowing minimalist
stuck at bus stop
sun-kissed, peeved,
lost his marbles in 1970 something

she pulls on her second coat
mauve on aqua
cognizant she’s altering
a vintage work

you can’t do it that way, he says
when i breeze through your work
i may miss it

she smiles
at agates
on the sidewalk

by mary ann blinkhorn