Painting

Written in 2007.

I started my painting

with the steak of my brush

done drew what I imagined

and thought I was done

I came back later

it had not changed

I was sad for MY masterpiece

so I let it be

some days later

I set it on the street

hopeful that someone else

would finish it for me

everyday after 

new colors took shape

I was disarrayed

at the elegance that stood before me

fear ripped me 

for the work was not mine

because I sold that piece

at a very high price

so everyday after

I stood on the street

I was mad! Angry!

That no one would finish ME for me