My husband says, “Write a poem about design.”
And he’s right. That’s what’s been on my mind.
The reason I haven’t written poems this week
is I’ve had too many bezier curves to tweak.
It’s amazing what some points, some lines, some colors in between
have the strength to say. How much they can mean.
And how much there is to learn when each mistake’s a class
and the notebook is my brain and I have to write so fast.