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THE LESSON poem
by Richard L. Provencher His paintbrush sweeps as a rainbow across the flower box, follows fine grain of wood, wrists firm, strokes as feathers, a smile teaching me. Shoppers hurry along Esplanade street, afraid of walnut stain splashing on fancy duds, his brush of movement sureness in slender fingers strong from practice not caring about stares, just glad for a springtime job snickers and shouts call, "Hey retard! Missed a spot!" meanness raw cutting to the quick. But I know better, he's a worker been at it for two hours without even a coffee break his patient flick of wrist creating its own pace, back and forth then back again, his grin coming a mile a minute there's drool on his chin, doesn't give a darn. He's happy. I'm jealous. Richard L. Provencher 2007 Richard enjoys writing poems; many of which have been published in Print and Online. He and his wife, Esther are also co-authors of stories and a print novel. They are "born again" Christians and very busy in their church, Abundant Life Victory International, in Bible Hill, Nova Scotia. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |