how to paintbrush your life

it rains you're depressed
nothing is what you think
or maybe it is

you go round saying
how much you like
dried field wildflowers
leaves and lavender

fresh violet ones when
the day’s jazzy different
shades under a tree

today a black wool jacket
black half finger gloves
your long scarf brushes

across a table
a beer at dusk
loud voices

all of a sudden the silence
sort of chokes you
everyone’s gone

except you and the one
you’re talking politics with
as you pay you decide

you’re going to put the flowers
in that green decorated vase
you won at a fair

you think of the last time
you had sex
it was like the first

you love when that happens
flowers blossom out of your body