Dot, why did you write these words?
They are your words, George
The words you uttered so often when you worked
Order
Design
Tension
Composition
Balance
Light
Dot, I cannot read this word
Harmony
(Sunday)
(By the blue) So much love
(Purple, yellow, red water) In his words
Forever with his colors (On the green)
(Purple, yellow, red grass) How George looks
(As we pass) He can look forever
What does he see (Through arrangements of shadows)
His eyes so dark and shiny
(Towards the verticals of trees) So careful
So exact
Forever
By the blue
Purple, yellow, red water
On the green
Orange, violet mass
Of the grass
In our perfect park
Made of flecks of light
And dark
And parasols
People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday...
White,
A blank page or canvas
His favorite
So many,
Possibilities