A Taste of Modern Art:

Thoughts of the future

altered Mona Lisa

looking on, eager

as I sip bitter coffee

and tiny abstract alliums.

The face of mallards

hidden beneath grey water

such poetic heads

emerald and iridescent

no words can truly measure.

With every footfall

gravel quietly crackles

hearing your heart beat

I want us to keep walking

and talking about our lives

I missed you dearly

my friend, we were worlds apart

I missed you dearly

but not longer - free we are

to walk into tomorrow.