sometimes dark is the color

because there is no way
some freak should attack
some elderly painters
at 6:50 AM in the morning.

Beverly Hills.

Still trying to wrap my head around
that random violence.

My dad attends the funeral
today of his fellow painter.

Killed in the line of action.
A commercial painting job.

6:50 in the morning.

Senseless.

old acquaintance

Meets my new woman
without me and
asks how I am doing
and of course the only
answer she can give--
with arms outstretched
indicating in her bosom-
he's doing fantastic.

Thanks for asking.