He Was An Artist

 

He Was an Artist

He was an artist;

he saw the world through that lens,

and showed us his world

through his lens.

 

“He was an artist,”

I whispered to myself

when I found out,

and felt the need to consume

all that he was trying

to bare to us.

 

You’ve probably seen the sunset

over Beale Street photo

that captured the beauty of a moment,

the stillness of a city known for music.

He was an artist.

 

His final struggle caught

through a lens,

that ultimately showed us

his humanity.

 

He was an artist.

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