The Brick Sayer

The Brick Sayer Tim is painting outside since it’s raining inside Stroke upon cuddle one step at unfolding time One inch brush gently on 10 squares of façade The wannabee Buddhist thing when life is no race Brightening enlightening mud bricks with caress Whitewashing if that may still be said in South Africa Tom Sawyer comes to mind as he glosses the fence Sells the privilege for an apple core and a toad but Political correctness has long banned the Twain Now he moves the artist bristles for fine edges Bordering on the insane he chooses to not employ masking tape as that could cheat mask and disclosure The paint ceases to flow as Tim seizes his furthering day Watching it dry is the hard part of soft meditation so he Desists and refrains but insists that some wall has vanished 25th July 2018