untouched
awaiting paint. awaiting a
new image
a new
set of colors, but we push
it aside
and try to redo what we
did yesterday, or years
before.
we place
the old canvasses upon
the easel and dab
and touch up, smooth out
the sky, the faces.
we paint them over and
over until our past resembles
a different life.
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