Renaissance Man

L.T. Garvin

Some men see colors

and grow crops

at the foot of rainbows

They paint sunsets

balancing on terraces

singing of cloudless climes

Some men make music

that drifts and hangs

on silken notes

in village air

They catch poetry verses

like wild butterflies

and arrange them

under night skies

carpeted with stars

Some men create magic

and measure it out

in silver china plates

Some men build with

tiny sun beads

that shed light

on a cynical world

These men

conquer gray skies

and refuse to planted

in asphalt

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