PAINTING AWAY
for l.m.b.
She was the paints that streaked her jeans
boots splashed in yellow though they were black
she didn’t need anyone to tell her, to show her,
love was on that canvas, imperfections and perfections together
she painted away one Saturday afternoon
Santa Barbara sun mild like the breeze that came and went among us
our front yard lush and green from recent storms
we drank beers and barbequed while she lost herself on canvas
in another world she was a dream, an unreal entity moving in shadows
in our spring day she was a friend in love with possibility of creating.
And so we watched in intervals, between sips of drinks, eating, laughing
and letting go of our hang-ups that ebbed and flow in alcoholic stupor
she painted for hours,
she was her own partner, her own silence,
between hellos and yells of ‘time to eat’
now that painting hangs on my wall, a birthday gift from years ago
I still see her smiling with focus
unaware of our party, that spring afternoon passing to the past.
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