Make it Simple....

Ray splatters, spills, smears the paint on the cardboard remnants....we  get it everywhere, celebrating in the simple splashes of colors.  No rules.  No lines.  No time frames.  And then they lay there.  Scattered on our tiny kitchen floor...
Talking to me...

I see the faces, the fairytales, the dreams, the memories
in the puddled colors....
And then it's simple.
I just tell their stories...out loud,
in words...

And then we pack them up,
and haul them with us on our Friday Night dates,
to Farmer's markets,
Artisan's alleys,
Moon  circles,
and Drum Circles,
And wait for the people that they were meant to go home with
to walk by...
to be touched by the simple words...
to hold their cardboard close...
     to laugh, to smile, to pause....

And tell us their stories.....