the artist remembers being unknown

a reflective poem

Tre L. Loadholt
Feb 4 · 1 min read

the artist —
he sketches women
who won’t look at him.
I watch him create worlds
with charcoal and the
press of his fingers.

I buy his art
the next day in a Mom and Pop
art boutique around the corner.
I tell the shop owner,
“I used to know him,”
that was a long time ago.

he blows dust from
the pages, the artist —
sketching women
who won’t look at him.

“I used to know him,”
but I don’t anymore.

©2020 Tremaine L. Loadholt

Tre L. Loadholt

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