Poetry by Scott Waters

Traces

If this were

Japan

and not

Oakland

I would

eat a bowl

of ramen

at our little

oak table

in the kitchen

with a view

of plum blossoms

through the 

bay window

then I'd

dust off 

my paints

squeeze a blob

of zinc white

onto aluminum

foil

add a speck

of cadmium red

mix them

into a pink

whirl

trace branches

and petals

onto the glass

step back

and watc...

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