I bought a harness, I bought a bridle.
A canvas, and a brush. Today I'll be
a painter, tomorrow a horseman.
How my left hand give colour give shape,
how each line, each stroke, fills
the canvas. This is how I paint
a mockingbird. This is how
you shoot it.
(Note: L. 1 from Carl Phillips)
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