The Brush Poem by Lorentz Paul

it dives into the water glass
licks the cup of blue conjures
on paper a smell like that
blue as the clouds white

it dives into the water glass
free of blue wallows
it is in the red and
slides flounders jumps
about the paper

it dives into the water glass
free of the red taste it
of the yellow green brown

only to lose them again in
the watercolour with a field full of
red poppy and chamomile
under a sky like this
blue as the clouds white

it dives back into the water glass
now rinsed clean and finished
to go to res dried
because the colour box is closed
and the work is done
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