The Canvas
and make them change
like melted butter
on my skin.
I’m a dreamer.
Do not leave me
and let me pass.
I have something
to offer if you stop and ask.
I can take the splatter
and the mess ups,
the blended concoctions
that go all wrong.
I can look the other way
while you hurry things along.
I’ll sing to keep myself busy,
or whisper our private call.
I’ll wait patiently
while you rearrange me on the wall.
When you’re satisFied,
I’ll let you look at me,
and when I’m ready,
By Courtney Hanes