Dot why did write these words
They are your words George
The words you uttered so often when you worked
Order
Design
Tension
Composition
Balance
Light
Dot I cannot read this word
Harmony
Sunday
By the blue So much love in his words
Purple yellow red water Forever with his colors
On the green
Purple yellow red grass How George looks
As we pass He can look forever
Through arrangements of shadows What does he see His eyes so dark and shiny
Towards the verticals of tree So careful So exact
Forever
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Orange violet mass
Of the grass
In our perfect park
Made of flecks of light
And dark
And parasols
People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
White
A blank page or canvas
His favorite
So many possibilities
