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Four palms, sun catchers.

My brothers Secluded we stayed for together we’d burn the whole night. Each sun down, we would each take
a turn, a few times for he, him, his and then I.
and I, the We once played so hard. Forgetting that we were not suppose to be together at the same place or
time. Running through the day without a care or thought. Then the blinding light stopped us in
brightest our tracks.

We lifted our hands up. Mine, his, him and he. We caught the sun as it fell from the sky. With
stars in new purpose in our veins, we knew what we had to do to stay together.

the sky. Four palms, catching the sun. Each night we shine bright alone. While we play during the day,
we have reason to stay together.

Acrylic on Canvas
i: 16’ by 20’
2021