My Canvas

 

I don't paint

I haven't colors or brushes.

If I lived in the library

I would swim through the

waves of stories,

letting them wash over me,

pausing only at the cobblestone

storefronts displaying perfect

imagery.

There would be morning sunlight

and afternoon showers.

There wouldn't be smells, but

aromas.  Fresh baked bread

amazing pastries and clocks

that only run backwards.

                     zc