A brush breathes under water
happy, in a fistful of ethnic diversity.
Angled flats, brights, rounds and liners
cannot wait to run screaming
into a sea of cobalt blue,
roll with abandon in fields of hooker green,
toss color, like mad fragrance
onto wide-open canvas,
madder red mornings.
Kiss the neighbors, fling
umber, raw sienna, Aztec brown
across a white washed fence.
Stroke antique rugs, splashed with
speckled jewels and roses
onto grainy fabric.
How lucky is the hand that holds these
uninhibited bohemian travelers?
License to take credit for new worlds
created by green magic wands.