by JD DeHart
I wish to create
a clean pattern
to design the world
from
The lines do not
come out so evenly,
my hand is shaking
as I try to apply
a fresh coat of paint
No matter how hard
I try, brushstrokes are
evident, running in
opposite directions
It's all a matter
of aesthetics, I suppose,
embracing the imperfection
of first attempts.