The giant easel stands up straight
so I begin to paint
the work starts early and continues all day
the canvas leans back in its sultry way
the canvas shows off its golden hues
of fiery gold, floating white, and omnibus blues
I stand back and stare long
and frown when seeing the picture's wrong
I lift my palette with weary heart
and I slowly deepen the blue
from right to left, over and over
all the colors are mixed into a somber glow
and spread over the canvas
the final touch is the fury of white
scattered specks thrown out before I go.
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