Silent

Between the lines I inject color 

Deep pigments of flagrant hues

Ink flies off the page–an eagle soaring in the open skies

And for a couple of hours there’s silence:

No dings of messages; 

No sitcom laughter;

No chores yelling for attention;

No problem needing a solution

Just an even wrist shading in the colors of my bloodline.

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