Tonight's Poet Corner: Daredevil In Oils

Daredevil In Oils
by Belinda Roddie

He sits outside the Starbucks,
painting trees on a horizon.
His motorcycle is his easel,
the canvas stained blue and green.
His shoulders shake beneath thin leather.

I would have loved to buy that painting,
though I'm not sure if he would have
acquiesced. Perhaps it was being painted
for a loved one, or for family, or for
the nymph who danced among the branches
that had been brought to life by a fraying brush.