The 7th Day

The 7th Day

the smell is clear
the paints of oil, but acrylics today
brushes aside, scraping away

reds, blues, greens, and golds
dust, dirt, pumice and stone
hit that canvas with an artists groan

I need to stretch these poor old weary bones

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