I watch the storm clouds bludgeon the sky. Grey sunshine splays bone across pavement. Fallen flowers and lost letters drift in the wind. The petunia turns her gaze to the ground and smiles.
He sits there in shadow with concrete lacings on his skin and mortality in his eye. River rock and pebble root him to the black earth. Urban landscape abounds.
His face is lost in sorrowful smile. He defies his flesh between clouds of oil pastel smoke. He wants to live but he has given up on society. He resigns himself to mortality but does not believe in death. He lingers on, a ghost in sunshine and a shadow in dark, slowly fading from his painting until river rock and black earth overwhelm the canvas and threat of rainbow darkens the sky.