Dot, why did you write these words?
They are your words George.
The ones you muttered so often when you worked.
Dot, I cannot read this word
So much love in his words...
By the blue purple yellow red water
...forever with his colors...
On the green purple yellow red grass,
...he can look forever...
Through arrangements of shadows
...what does he see?...his eyes so dark and shiny...
Towards the verticals of tree
...so careful... so exact...
People strolling through the trees
On an island in the river