Linoleum Table

Beneath the yellowed ceiling on an old linoleum table tucked away underneath a small boy paints and draws

Saturday afternoon visits each week to his grandparents his grandmother was an artist too but for him. . .drawing is an expression not only of the moment. . .but what is inside his head with his tongue sticking out towards the side his legs crossed as he bares down upon the pad with bright colors of red, brown and blue

a forest is waiting to be brought to life upon the stove a tea kettle expels a whistle his grandmother comes in and does not see that under her table is an exotic forest

with tigers and lions waiting in the tall grass another week goes by and the boy is in class while the homework is explained his mind wanders away towards the vivid scenes inside his head

that awaits the release at grandmother’s house a small blackjack terrier awaits his pets a tail swags back and forth behind the screen door and up comes a lil boy with the art satchel in hand another day for travels underneath the linoleum table