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Copyright © 2000,
 Trina Zacharias







Meaning?



A man was standing far inside a room.
Studying, gazing, through canvases
Pictures, painted, nice and gloom
Pulling one out of pile of many
Holding it up to the light. Zoom!
*
He throws it out an open window
Hitting the outside atmosphere
The painting is starting to glow
Combusting into a mirror of flames
Lighting the sky above and below
*
The man watches in amazement
Looks back to his pile and out again
He wonders what it could have meant
The last ash falls gently to the ground
Floating gently in a soft wind vent
*
With a shrug....he returned to his others