The Painter
The Painter
How slowly
She paints
The lightning
The sky
Took less
Time
The tree
The lightning
Will strike
Less
Days now
She has
Been working
On the bolt
Her husband
Brings her
Her lunch
Leaves it
She leaves
It untouched
He takes
The plate away
Gives it
To the dogs
When she gets
Like this
He tells
Their friends
At dinner
She’s impossible
She isn’t
Listening
She’s thinking
About painting
In a horse