LITTLE RED BUG
I took my easel off the road
To the meadows chirping green
Hills of receding blue echoed
In the quiet watercolor stream
A drop of rain fell on a whim
It hit my work and pulled me in
Just like a bird upon a limb
That faded into the cerulean
I mixed sienna to a richer rust
And thickened the road with muck
It hadn't dried to a lighter dust
When a lady bug got stuck
Lady bug on my wet paint
Took a step and sunk right in
Like my car it was quaint
But faded into oblivion
I had a car
Color it carmine
A fugitive hue
It looked like a bug
I left my car when it bit the dust
On the verge of falling apart
But freed the bug from the canvas
To prove that life can transcend art
There were places I meant to go
The day I slammed that rusted door
I still recall how it startled a crow
Into a realm I've yet to explore
© 1996 Stefan des Lauriers