I wonder if some sunny afternoon
You spilt a can of yellow paint
On white as snow
Twelve by eighteen
New canvas paper
I wonder if you said “Oh no!”
And left if it there to sit
Promising to clean up later.
You probably came back and saw
A whimsical design
Of drying paint
In rush
You splattered red and purple
On the floor
It was a game
Three hours later
It was dark outside
The clumsy spilt
Turned into rainbow full of colors
And those drop-looking things
Of purple, red, and blue
You called them salmon
And yourself-an artist.
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