Brush by dripping brush
the woman laved color
over the winter weary kitchen.
Cupboards rocked off their hinges with the idea of orange
and chairs knocked knees
under a bee-bright table. White-winged counters drifted on the blush of seashells and floorboards clamored for reinvention --
until at effort’s end the tongue-drag of green from the bristled brush
held the painter fast
with intimations of moss and the knowledge that
she’d never leave the kitchen now.