david hockney why
did you paint the shadows but not their leaves
these are the points
of departure
you ask if i can
offer you at least that
we cannot be my love
in the future
until we recall
the past as this
one day you'll view
a hollywood garden
under shady
leafless trees
one day you'll laugh and ask
another member cast
out on a limb
if you remember him
the time
when he seemed so distant
when he could not provide you
satisfactory answers to
a template tempered through
thought temporary
and after
image in your eyes
mind you were there
but barely
saw the light held
without substance
you wrote these words
you never showed
enough
i have to leave
~
*note to "david hockney why / did you paint the shadows but not their leaves"
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