you with paint roller
in hand wearing
old, torn Jazz Festival
T-shirt changing
the color of the basement
landscape
singing a new song
into the walls,
turning over the hue
like leaves, treating
the motion of painting
with the care of
holding a baby, or me
love looks like you
moving the canister
from spot to spot,
you concentrating on
the minutiae of
paint, roller, pan
the movement
from pan to wall
a deliberate dance
of the paint with
its next destination
© Valerie Bridgeman
January 25, 2013
(draft/in progress)
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