How to paint

When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before you, a tree, a house, a field or whatever. Merely think, here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact colour and shape, until it gives your own naïve impression of the scene before you. — Claude Monet

Day Fifteen, NaPoWriMo

There’s nothing that says “Spring!” quite like skunky.

Black and white stain on road
the blunt, matte smell
trailing after the cars.
What is that? Oh.
Yes. That’s what.
Fading at the same speed.
It’s the whiff
spring keeps on giving:
to travelers
and to those awakened,
the midnight question,
the roadside memorial.