In a zoom meeting with my boss
my eye flickers over to my son,
bent intently over a sheet of drawing paper.
A brontosaurus emerges from nothingness,
its long neck curving towards the top of the page.
"Watch me make the dinosaur disappear!" he calls out,
proceeding to draw a thick black marker back and forth across the page,
from bottom to top.
Chained to my meeting where my boss was outlining KPIs for the year,
I become a helpless bystander,
watching the dino drown in inky quicksand
And i could only wonder
at art created without attachment,
like the sky at dawn and dusk,
fleeting works in colour obilerated
by white clouds, inky skies in seconds
by an artist who sees no need to sign a name
or save for future admiration,
supremely confident that all he creates will by nature, be a masterpeice.
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