original acrylic, pencil and pastel on stretched canvas
92 x 122 cm
if I were a lookout if you wanted a second I'd stand sentry at post I would halt I would beckon
if I were an acrobat if you trusted me so I would shoulder your rise stay steady below
if I were a featherbed if you feared soon to fall I would soften the jar jolt and shock of it all
if I were a buoy if you needed to float I would be the safe mooring till appeared the rowboat
if I were a seamstress if you asked me dear friend I would piece two to one stitch sew us extend
if I were a house if you felt your heart home I would mark as sold close the gate dig the soil plant the patch light the hearth call it ours no more to roam
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