Rhapsody

//07: paint.

i stay within the confines of
the green grasses
for the rest of summer; but every day
he pulls up in his red pickup truck,
and instead of driving onwards
                                                         to where, i've always wondered
he walks through the silent house until you reach the back porch.

and he sits down next to me, on the ground,
and puts his canvas flat on the ground,
and steals colors from my palette,
and together for that whole summer
we
       paint
                   the
                           whole damn world.