I hand off

the action of the intellect

the motion of thoughts

to the one who handles that best

the strong sex

Freed, I fall into emotions

and dance a wild palette

like I should have been

Find me among tumbleweed

fragrant hops

laughing at dust bunnies

assigning stars to trees 

                                                                                     Stolen Art

Everything you do

is already yours

Every little drop

carries you in it

No one has a style

like you do

So why do you have to claim it

too