I painted a room
with paint left in the basement, like a tomb.
I left it to dry in my home
but the colors tried to go and roam.
The red grabbed my hand
and my wife thought I bled
but I told her I was fine
and the red wasn’t mine.
We chased it to the backyard
where it dropped into a hole.
I covered it with dirt and then
left it to grow.
A little later it came again
the red grew petals on a flower.
I tried to cut it and throw it, but then
it was back within the hour.
You can try to bury it in gloom
beauty will find a way to bloom.
Inspired by the miserable time I had painting a deck. It ended up being beautiful.
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