The Artist of the Beautiful

 

When I was a child

My oldest brother gave me a plastic car

He had a model kit

And applied blue and paint

And his ingenuity

To make it beautiful

Why he gave it to me, I don’t know

I was not known for being careful

And he told to take care with it

To keep it whole and as it was

 

I did not

Maybe if he hadn’t said anything

I’d have done better

But in a while, not so little while, it

Was ruined

And now five decades later

I still feel badly

It’s possible, though I doubt I will inquire,

He doesn’t remember any

Of this

 

C L Couch

 

 

notes

title a title of a short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne

http://www.online-literature.com/hawthorne/124/, one place to find it

(image)

Bill Abbott – Beautiful 1/24 Ford Thunderbird above, port quarter fancy paint