Plein-Air Poem by Cristina M. Moldoveanu

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

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