Found a little gem
Looked it up when I got home
Found a precious stone
A smile to say
“Goodnight, my friend”
Then again to
Welcome morning
In the darkness
Protect the gate
From those who carry
Cans of paint
how a brush stroke
or a phrase
can create
an icon
how few lines
or words
are required
to tell a story
and how every story
and every icon
means something different
to everyone
“I hope at least one of them is,” I dead-panned.
She giggled, “Only in a good way!”