Art

Art is candy for

the soul and it’s every

where.

A poem,

A painting,

A dirty limerick,

A cloud that looks like a bunny,

A mother’s smile,

A spot on the mirror,

A blurry old Polaroid,

A girls crumpled sweater on the floor by the bed,

A song,

A beat,

A drink of cool water,

A beer,

A kiss placed on the edge of your nose by the softest lips ever.

It’s candy of the sweetest

kind, just sugary enough,

but not sticky.

It lasts in your

memory long after it’s gone.

It stirs the blood pumping

in your veins and makes

you marvel and hold your

breath a little so not even

the sounds of your own

body can deter you from

the magic.

A bird’s song,

A long summer shadow cast on the dusky sidewalk,

A crunchy, rocky beach path,

A laugh from a lover,

A breeze that smells like lavender,

A rain shower that pelts the window.

The soul isn’t an art critic.

It’s a candy lover.