It was bright green
And there wasn’t very much of it
Still dripping with saltwater
Across her goosebumped flesh
I knew she was an artist
Because as I fought to keep my focus
Safely on the twin circles
Of her eyes
I could see they were dark
And curious
She saw me setting up on this cliff
As she dipped under a wave
Too cool off down below
So she came up the path
And straight for me
It was a short conversation
There wasn’t very much of it
She wanted to see the painting
I had barely even started
The painting was at an awkward point
That made two of us
And I couldn’t say no
Not exactly
I just muttered something
Of a fumbled disclaimer
But she was unfazed
And just as she stepped closer
To see the barely sketched out canvas
My artist pals drove by
I don’t know what it looked like
But later they informed me
I’d be buying beer that night
Or they’d send the photo to my wife
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* I thought this was pretty funny, but I don’t think I mentioned this to my wife yet, so if you’re reading this honey: I love you like crazy and I sure hope you know it.
-Matt Beard