Day 171: As Stardust Drains

Paint buckets litter the room

Tipped over and empty

The last of the residue is drying on the carpet

Walls painted white

Then red and black and back to white

Every color empty

A stationary carousel hanging up

With a wooden frame built from driftwood

Faces from a quiet carnival stare

They see the empty canvas behind me

Wishing they could hop on over

And be born once again