He's an artist, still asleep under the quilt. Last night's shoes and clothes are scattered, leaving a trail back to the kitchen. I've found his robe and with my coffee enter the studio just as the morning light slowly edges along the face of each canvas hanging on the wall.
Definitely talented. I study each painting—oils, abstract, subtle. There’s a common theme including this blank surface now drying on the easel. The staples—notched along the sides—are diagonal, haphazard.
dimming the lights
the bust of Caesar
back on the bookshelf
by Tish Davis
Dublin, Ohio
first published in Contemporary Haibun Online, V4, N1, March 2008
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