that little piazza

nature stirred
songs and Smiles
to rock
the Hours at Home

The only thing was—
god, that little piazza

in the Journey through Life,
getting away
With What You Want
with overtones of art,
is a bit confusing to Master

the Pleasure of the day is the Art
Each night trapped on a piece of canvas

The question is how you get new Energy
to give off a glow all night long

. . . . . . . .

The OED word of the day for the erasure poem|commentary is 'rocker.' In this case, I succumbed to the erasure, and the sketch for the day is actually an old one of Venice.