Artist is criminal
Hey you on sport bike
peddle in nice weather
Springs'.
I too met my friends
had coffee and we shared
word here and word there.
I feel home when with them.
We never share details
of easel and frame
of frame and canvas
on canvas drawings
Or
The paint on brush invading.
We hardly talk of arts
and artist, God's shadow
copying, duplicate-creating.
Criminals! ?
No, never.
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