Ungreateful tied hands

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How tranquil the painter upon the hill

Backdrop of Mountains overlooking ocean

Such gifts he is given

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Standing in tall grass where tall trees once stood

I need to create but this canvass is not mine

These tools are forced on me by bigger people

The frame is cheap pine and weak joined

The canvass unevenly stretched with too little gesso

Two colors on a plastic pallet

One brush

What joy if there is no freedom

So I paint a cave within a Mountain cove

A place to hide

A place to hibernate

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…and the painter is gone

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