the red of your coat caught the light just so.
It was the only color, they would pick one.
It was the first attempt at storm clouds,
the rocks were brought in, careful,
so as not to distract from the mostly nude
woman. one was playing a lute.
the other stood by the mouth of a well.
she was holding a glass pitcher.
even the trees, careful,
a dullish greying green. the red of his jacket
is different than the red of his hat,
do you notice these things?
i think the blonde one wants to date an english major
and thats why he's an english major, i realized
when he made a joke about salt.
chrome yellow, but very intense-- and then this young boy
turns and glances at us, as if to say
what are you doing here?
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