By Yewon Chang
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In the canvas
the indigo acrylic glides
like the little girl
sliding from the slide.
Her crooked smile
as awkward as sitting still,
painted in the left side
of her mouth.
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Today, a humid Sunday morning,
shoots its light through
the window reflecting off
the textured canvas.
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The abstract work smiles
back to the light
as it accidentally spits
its Wolf Gray paint
leaving a dripping effect
like chocolate glaze
oozing down a
layered butternut cake.
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Brush quickly shifts left-to-right
smudging Wolf Gray’s natural mark.
The girl’s hair turns gray
ruining the canvas’ statement.
Brush swishes and slides
fixing the petite mistake
turning the canvas into a messy mixing palette.
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Behind it,
lightning pierces the clouds
as it brightens the canvas for
two seconds.
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