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Dinosaurs survived
By making themselves smaller
Imagine the love
They could stow in their breasts
Right up till and including
The calamity
In art class the lesson is
The origins of green
I push a brush through yellow
And blue, it's kind of brown to me
But if we could agree
Just to call it green
I want to be the bird
You're painting
Half a room away
Just because
You are painting it
Just because it might be me
Dinosaurs survived
By becoming a story
Cradled in bone
They were ordinary once
Their day-to-day forever
Was a certainty
In art class, the question is
Where does the beauty lie?
In the hand that rocks the canvas, digs the brush
Into the pallet
Or the light that clasps
The thing that caught their eye?
I want to be the bird
You're painting
Half a room away
Just because
You are painting it
Just because
I want to be the creature
You're painting
Half a room away
Just because
You are painting it
Just because it might be me
