lounged in coffee chair comfort
scribbling with a finger on tablet.
sunlight drafting through windows
a February afternoon
three groups of solitaries.
Blond boy, leg-crossed artist;
a blonde woman on business;
an Irish Viking, long descendant
of Porthos; iced coffee and
punk stickers on laptop,
buried in something digital.
a cross-legged boy blond,
drawing oblivious,
a one-two punch of soul and Lilith
Fair soundtracking.
a fair-headed boy squirming
an athletic ballet of gestural
art-making and focused
purpose.
"I made a mistake!"
he says, tears welling.
"I used purple instead of blue!"
It's digital,
I say.
Press Undo.
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