The setting sun blaze
Ignites the cream stucco
Plaster wall of the house -
Despite the cracks
And crumbling.
Who would take fire
From a home under siege.
The painter understands the colors
To interpret what the sky wants to say
Stepping side to side in his work.
Where the West star sings
And the high tide heaves
In heavy gray.
He works thick impasto strokes
With blended oil
So the sun will shine
On my back again.
The painter shuffles
Side to side
And the sunset brings long
Shadows to my door.