when the thrill is gone

i fall in love with the picture

i hang on

the kitchen wall.

it's been a trouble spot for years.

so hard

to find just the right

piece of art.

the right colors, the right

subject matter,

something that i don't

get tired of

too soon.

so many i've tried, and

taken down.

stacking them side by side

in the attic,

or cellar, gathering

dust once

the thrill is gone.

i see a pattern here.