A storm is coming fleeting across fields of color
thickly painted clouds pipe smoke out an open window
press black ink into a bowl of reduced-fat milk
your house a canvas
sunlit in glossy whites greens & tangerines
& blues blotted out torn apart
no room for your accident
light in your halls altered to look like art
greens & reds of rust-colored hinges
flowers fade ochre & orange & red on red
fall away
entirely gathered in the garage beside
only grey your favorite painting
left folded up
pasted on a faint aroma
you will breathe it in