Linda C. Straub
  The Master's Models

Seated on a park bench
in front of Washington Monument
we became a blending of brushstrokes,
an impressionistic visage
painted from
life's pallet of pastels.

A kaleidoscope of kites and flags
and a color wheel of humanity
dotted the landscape,
captured on a mobile canvas
under a powder blue sky.

Lovers embraced,
families posed for photographs,
sidewalk vendors stood and sold their wares,

.........all

reincarnations of the centuries
in modern day costume.....


Next Time

It snowed last night,
white ice cream---
cool whip---
vanilla frosting.

I wanted to lick the bowl
but the morning sun
got there first.....


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