Watercolors (for Ben Robertson)

Author's note: This the first poem I ever had published. It was also the last one I expected to be chosen as it was a reluctant submission. I hope you enjoy it.

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Watercolors
(for Ben Robertson)


Sitting by a tree
I see Theo chase his sketches across the park
squinting behind his spectacles
against the glare from the fountain.

Flying through the air
the drawing remains just out of his grasp
flitting to new heights
before falling into the fountain.

Stumbling across the lawn
Theo reaches for the picture
dissolving in the water
his face soaked from the fountain.