Read Poem: IF, by Alan J. Adler

If I could make the paintbrush thistles twirl
To the shape of life and gods
I’d sit upon the seashore
And calculate the colors
Each and at their own time
As the great sun-ball churned with laughter
As I tried to make its face
And find that audience within myself.

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