today I painted you with commas,
red stained half-moons across the window
it was your idea in the first place
to make the view more appealing
and once begun, it was as if something
too long pent up inside me, burst
open with a vengeance and flowed and flowed
and overflowed, the red river running and staining
leaving the telltale red marks
while you sat in the garden
admiring the salvaged elephant
fountain, watering your world
ksaint
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