An afternoon brush

Smokey sunshine

Of a long drawn afternoon

Drops of paint dripping off her easel

Colour me red

Colour me often

I slink in the shadow of your greens

I slither in those bushes of hibiscus

The long grey lines of memory

Curve smooth from your hand

I feel painted

Deleted

And in a moment gone

She tips her head and wonders how

A canvas in sunshine

Had nothing to say

Of summers long gone