Still lives and landscapes
Surreal soft brushstrokes and I…
I imagine the living motions of
people who are not there.
Water your flowers, grandmother
Dream of love, young lady
Wage epic battles of imagination, little boy
Mother smiles kindly
praying the wars he fights do not
become his reality
The apple is unbitten, orange unpeeled
flowers bloom in eternal youth
and messy life has not intruded.
Is that why they are beautiful?
Or is that why they are sad?