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I Would Paint Her
By JAMES GROB
I would paint her
In blue standing, leaning
With confidence against
A chair
With a hat, a big
Hat that wobbles like the
Nineteenth century over
Her eyes.
Not smiling but
Touting a manipulative
Pout.
To the left behind her
An open window on a
Tile wall exposing a
Miserable, relentless
Downpour;
The rain bits of
My leather.
A slight taller, higher
Prouder; I would paint her with
Fear; trusting and bleeding
And tasting.
I Would Paint Her
By JAMES GROB
I would paint her
In blue standing, leaning
With confidence against
A chair
With a hat, a big
Hat that wobbles like the
Nineteenth century over
Her eyes.
Not smiling but
Touting a manipulative
Pout.
To the left behind her
An open window on a
Tile wall exposing a
Miserable, relentless
Downpour;
The rain bits of
My leather.
A slight taller, higher
Prouder; I would paint her with
Fear; trusting and bleeding
And tasting.
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