How her oiled canvas ran over me
A cold flower bed
Mid crescendo in the morning light
Embattled sunlight's splitting blues
Yellow canary sun dressing her shoulders
As the white spill of layered brush just beneath
Leading her uprising
Her painters overalls scraped off upon
No longer drab
Trailing in her caps wake
Her old attitude
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 7:11 PM UTC
How her oiled canvas ran over me
A cold flower bed
Mid crescendo in the morning light
Embattled sunlight's splitting blues
Yellow canary sun dressing her shoulders
As the white spill of layered brush just beneath
Leading her uprising
Her painters overalls scraped off upon
No longer drab
Trailing in her caps wake
Her old attitude