splintered wood easel needs sanding

and the coarse, fine haired brushes need cleaning

but the sky is wrapping itself in cloud boas

and the lamp travels the horizon

splashing maroon, cherry and various levels of the fire spectrum

in chaotic sugar streams across the waves,

emerald, teal, aqua, and royal blue, they are

dancing with a shore of muted, grainy crystals of sand

captivated audience of one, I await the explosive ending