plein-air

this is a chair
for the outdoors
painted a while ago
if you look carefully to its feet
or to the iron bars upon which you sit down
you will see many layers
(at least four generations)
of old paint skinned in different colors

today it is green
tomorrow it is uncertain if
it will be sunny after the rain
the mother with an infant in her arms leans
against the backseat
the father returns home
with fresh paint in his bags
eventually another white layer
will last longer this time

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