summer

here is another poem, or what have you.

ironically written right before the frustrated Laundry and Money...

Vitamin D

at the end of the day

Skin still warm from the <sun> absorbed on a river bank,

smells of Summer, must in the bedroom of our old humble rental

noticing black spots on your hands and arms as Ink has become a part of you.

Realization of being an Artist.

Being Happy.

And knowing what will make your Life.

I walk to the sink in my underwear

turn on the faucet, letting water engulf my hands

feeling the cool water against my face

I Breath.

I Breath Art.

And I don't want to ever Breath anything Less.

                             --K.ASH.