Full Blown Acryic Lah Lah Land
A smear of red, a splash of orange, two streaks of glitter.
Every blouse sleeve and bended knee of a pair of jeans ruined.
Sandy cared not, she was a painter, and she loved it to the gills.
Life found her in full-blown acrylic lah lah land most of the time.
Are all of your clothes ruined? Her friend asked her, not understanding.
Sandy laughed. She did not know or care. All she knew was,
Painting made her happy, put joy in her life she had never known before.
She picked up her paint brush and streaked pink across a blank canvas sky.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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