My Sister's White Cat
By Kate Breakey
Located in Sante Fe, NM
Ghosts of Love If love took form, if we could see it, and if so watch, as it faded, or got lost, or just gave up, slowly softly, disappeared, disillusioned, dejected, I think I saw it, as a tree in the woods, as a pale moth, a boat upturned on a shore, moonlight on ocean, a feather, drifting down, discarded, I looked and, love was everywhere, sighing, trembling, shimmering, fluttering, tender, as it departed, and as I watched...
2010s Contemporary Crayon Mixed Media
Pastel, Pencil, Archival Pigment









