Fall (Still No Diving)

Red chair. I am seemly really into chairs.

The Lonely Chair

The only chair at a bench party.

You shall not bear false witness

I point the finger

but the bear didn't do it.

My pants are on fire.

Like the Old Masters

Painting traditions

past down the generations

still changing, yet old

Old, Dead, and Buried

A mausoleum

walled in fine granite, because

old rocks still look good.

Brown

white is stark, black dark

brown neutral, a warm gray

dullness on a dull day