A White Canvas
By Erundur Anwamehtar
09/14/2005
Never argue with a painting;
it won’t argue with you
or develop redder hues
unless you paint over the issues,
making broad strokes with a brush on fire.
Watch the orange tear
the wall — the backdrop for it all —
now gone black
as the gray sky looks upon ashes framed by assorted dusts.
The wind sweeps in, swift, and through
green trees, pining for notice, hoping to decorate a canvas —
a white canvas — painted by a lover’s brush.