WHEN YOU START

OFF LINE

AND LAND IN

THE MIDDLE OF

A POEM,

OR A PAINTING

THAT’S BEEN

SITTING

AND WAITING

FOR DAYS,

WHICH WILL

AMAZE

AFTER TONITE,

I’M GAME

FOR THE FIGHT:

AND HERE’S

THE TRUE

STORY,

THE RAINING

GLORY OF

GRAY CLOUDS

AND WET PATIOS,

COLD FEET

RETREAT BACK

INSIDE,

NO PLACE TO

HIDE

BUT ON THIS

WHITE SHEET

OF PAPER,

THE PRIDE

OF EXPRESSION

IS THE WORK

OF THIS SESSION,

I AM THRILLED

TO BE BACK

IN THE GROOVE

READY TO MOVE

AHEAD,

INSTEAD OF

THE PAST

WE MUST ZOOM

ACROSS

TO BLAST

OUT FROM

UNDER THE

THUNDER,

AND ONTO THE

PLAINS,

NEEDLESS TO

SAY,

IT’S BECAUSE

OF THE RAINS,

WE ARE ALL

WASHED CLEAN…

BABY BEAN!

C:JW WINSLOW 5/15/23