COATING.

Please spare me a warm thought
From your windy city,
Whilst you paint
And make beauty;
Chewing
To keep fluid
The beautiful
Colours
You use,
And heating
The sheets
Of canvas
With a grand splash,
Then standing back
In order to track
The next wrist
Flicks
That will kindle
The inklings
Of images
In your head
And singe
Them into
The textures
You’ve stretched
Across
This once plain piece of cloth,
That,
Sufficiently wrapped,
Should keep
Me
From freezing
Just fine.