Painting
Poured from a big bucket
Into a smaller one
Liquid white.
Brushed on to a wall
The wall becomes blank
And totally clean.
People aren't that easy.
A brush and some paint
Won't wipe out the past.
But maybe with the wall
We're only painting surfaces.
Merely hiding the flaws.
It's only a temporary solution,
Holes and chips will begin a new cycle.
More paint in a few years.
Walls and people,
Paintable surfaces
But damage to either can't really be erased.
-srw
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