Palimpsest

What did I use as a painting tool

to spread those blue words 

kneeling in my fleshy reflection? 

The seasons come and go, 

come and go, come and go. 

Come. 

And go.

Hiding is a form of disappearance.  

Rarity precedes extinction. 

The manuscript is leaving the station. 

The last train has been erased.

[LSS, 9/23/22]