June 25

Art at the Tire Shop

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I found art in the local tire store

While waiting for four new wheels and rear brakes

I have to wait, what more can I ask for?

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What’s hidden inside is a mystery

It’s original form is history

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Now a focal piece and a chair no more

Was the start of this a small mistake?

Or has the creator done this before?

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You can find art in the strangest places

Beyond museums and display spaces

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What artwork do I miss as I explore

Gathering groceries, addressing toothaches

Adding some excitement to what may bore

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I need to live with my eyes open wide

Just never knowing where beauty does hide

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Art is a lump covered in labels galore

At flea markets and on grocery store cakes

Or the dark doodles on a bathroom door

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The art you see is in your state of mind

To what you call art others may be blind

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It is of you reader I do implore

Remember in art there is no mistake

A happy accident someone will adore

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Art is more than purchases from the store

It’s stickers and stencils and meter breaks

It’s more than home furnishing decor

It can be a chair at the tire store.

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(A Gra Reformata Poem)

June 24

Sun Rays Two Ways One Day

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Sunbeams

crepuscular, golden

shining, radiating, awe-inspiring

illusion, perspective, physics, droplets

refracting, projecting, reflecting

multicolored, spectacle

Rainbow

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(A Diamonte Poem)

June 23

Mid-life Career Change

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I’d like to drive a race car

Earn a living driving fast

Drive fast today and I might

Pay speeding tickets

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I’ve always had a lead foot

Here’s a way to make money

Making a living and I

Don’t have to slow down

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The environmentalist

In me knows this is a waste

But my inner speed demon

Wants to race a car

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(A few Dodoitsu Poems)

June 22

The Longest Day

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With desire to view

The shortest night’s debut

We’re on the lake at twilight

From the seats of our boats

Time flying as we float

Sky shifts from washed-out to bright

A rainbow sans the arc

Daylight morphs into dark

We paddle into the night

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(A Balassi Stanza)