Sera Flomenhaft, Rainbow.  Tempera on paper, 8 1/2″ x 11 ”

If you were all grown up – say, twenty-three,
And had a grown-up studio somewhere,
And now and then had things that I could see,
And I might happen by, and find you there,
I may not know exactly what to say
To yellow-absent rainbows shading brown,
Or trees whose canopy is mostly gray,
When visiting your studio downtown.
Except I know you have to: You come in,
And say hello, and disappear to paint.
A rainbow wanted showing. You begin.
The colors are a trivial constraint.
I drink my coffee. Soon, you’re fast asleep.
Your mother offers this, for me to keep.


– Nyack, NY  Monday April 29, 2013