Paint
- Eve Wenger
- Apr 5, 2024
- 1 min read
The brush glides across
The rigid, empty canvas.
The background is gray.
His back starts to ache.
The roller moves up and down.
The wall becomes beige.
She stands from the bench
and lets out a bitter sigh.
Her pants are red now.
2024 1st Place Winner for the Haiku for Her: March Poetry Contest: Eve Wenger
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