a field of pink
and magenta
flowers

with a path cutting
quietly through
the middle

at the end
a house

and more
pink flowers

so that's that and
it is what it is

what you see
is what you get

and I guess
I’ll have to settle
for honest and sincere
brushstrokes

if I can’t have
haystacks

and a quaint
cottage

if not lily pads

just a place
from where to hang
my hat

and care only about
the times I pulled
the chain

and the light bulb
shined

in all its naked
beauty

Whit Howland © 2020