10 Jul 2016 – Sidewalk Art

My eye the artist,
you a castoff masterpiece
I painted over.

Vermilion sunsets
burned through pink and baby blue,
we watched from sidewalks.

Your fresh lips trembled
like a newborn leaf in Spring
that knows of Autumn.

The nights were neon,
cigarettes glowed orange in pairs
as saxes soloed.

Sight-reading sorrow,
skillful figured bass lines shunned
a final cadence.

We had forever,
though we didn’t know it then.
All clocks are liars!

A cold rain calls us
back to brighter shades of green,
though nights are longer.

A better artist
signs their name below the years
we would’ve ruined.