On My Black

By Andrew Ballard

Rivulets of colour

drift on my black

I don’t have a dog

but there’s been

dark days

colours

bring shades of light

and warmth

to my black

I’ve returned

to my veteran warrior tribe

wasn’t hiding from the world

Just myself

artistic endeavours

with sausage and bread

rivulets of colour

will spread

pretty soon

the black

like a good picture

will just

be in the background

I’m chuffed

these rivulets of colour

found their way

onto my black.

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