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.
