today’s painting would be wet green with birds but the birds
would not be visible. You’d hear them. My neighbors who aren’t there any more
they’ve moved to Florida would return and I would paint them sitting near
their gorgeous silver barn, once full of books because they’d intended
to open a book store. I’d also replace my across the street neighbors from the Bronx,
Billy and Anne, who left this road a while ago
with their three kids for Albany so their kids could play in a playground
and not just a big back yard. I would paint them back.
And our good friend Alarik who died a while ago. He’d be in his boat in my painting
riding along the Hudson and he’d be smiling.