an easel holds the canvas
mostly green with a band of yellow
perhaps a landscape at dusk
sun glowing on the horizon

but look close:
unfinished, mocking me
for a year

each day I pass it and
say, today I’ll start again
but email must be checked
the dogs’ water bowl is empty
I wonder what the Weather Channel
is saying about the chance for rain?

later, as I walk by a brush
will be nowhere to be found
all out of that perfect shade of blue
and it’s too late to visit Utrecht