Paintings

I kept heaven in a frame

one I was given

by the masterpiece store,

couldn’t discard it

for fear I would be trashing gold.

 

It hung on my wall

was told no other art

could be used

or they would take away

the painting.

 

But it fell during an earthquake

while the store was closed,

in desperation

took a brush and created my own,

when I ran out of color

went out into the street

found everyone who

didn’t shop at that place

had learned to paint,

only it was more special

because it came from

their own fingers.