The paint dries quietly.
The soundtrack begins on low,
trucks honking; workmen yelling.
Down below two men kiss each other on the street,
whispering good bye.
The sun coming up makes him sleepy.
He flops on the coach,
Pulls a koi-patterned sheet over his head.
A calico enters,
examines the painting with her little black nose,
and leaves a white whisker in the work.
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