Secret Bushes, Happy trees
And one big Afro.
What most people believe to be a painter
I do not paint happy trees.
I do not hide bushes.
And I most certainly do not have an afro.
Landscapes, skyscapes, cloudscapes, moonscapes.
Tossed in my basement
My work gathers Dust about it
Wrapping it like a blanket
Here I sit one last time
Painting a Vedute
It will go to join the others
In my graveyard of landscapes.
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