march 13

how lucky we are
sitting here,
listening
to birds fold their wings
to the fountain,
ever renewing itself,
over traffic
planes, cars, trains,
to voices on the wind,
while sky unfolds
her cloudy robes,
striking me dumb
with her inner splendor, now
she is the inside of an oyster shell,
the inside of a pearl.

lulu in the sky with diamonds

walking forward looking back

This is a full color version of one in a series of nine line drawings I created for my SCBWI LA portfolio.