No. 231 - My Ode to Hockney

Hockney died.

What a shame. Such a talented man.

So colorful…

   Bright spectacles

   Blossoming bow ties

And a fantastic addiction to cigarettes

I don’t like when artists die

I suppose we live in their imaginations

Tap dancing in their shadows

Wishing for a new tune that’ll never arrive

I was on my walk in the woods today

Beneath a massive canopy of green

Drunk on natures fragrance

The trees need what I need:

   Water

   Sunshine

   Oxygen

   Nutrients

Carbon dioxide comes from my lungs

It’s absorbed by leaves

Glucose is made

Part of me becomes the trunk

    The bark

   The roots

Oxygen is released by the tree

Into my lungs

We are one

6 CO₂ + 6 H₂O + sunlight → C₆H₁₂O₆ + 6 O₂

No different than absorbing art

*Composed, Edited, and Published in Atlanta, GA