Chapter 4
future paintings
Gone was time • poetry collection
the future holds uncertainty,
a picture i can paint but can't quite see.
i pick up my brush and paint a stroke of red.
but wait - that's not what the future said.
'it was though!' i whined.
'i took note of all the signs!'
but the future can foreshadow
with big red rose buds and seeds.
still - what grows can turn out to be a weed.