shebrushed = AUDIO VERSION 
she brushed a wavy arc
it soon became a bay
a line a road along the park
and it went that a way
it ended on the edge of town
and then became a trail
she brushed it ’til it went around
the bay, a boat, a sail
crested rise and disappeared
into an evening sun
a flick just there a figure reared
a figure of someone
a silhouette on a crest
that one just could not say
was headed toward the west
or coming this a way
it hung on many different walls
each time a different name
when asked what it was really called
she said to me it’s all the same
it is not to take someone somewhere
nor bring somebody back
it speaks of no concern nor care
it is art not artifact
