The Artist

He stands

suspenders dangle

button-up un-buttoned

hair parted, slicked

walks on his toes

 then scuffs one heel

hands twitching

for the moment 

                                      He spins around

unattached to the air

but the brush

sweeps the canvas

and the image appears
I sit

speechless

but watching

and he claps his hands

hoots and hollers

and sets it to flame

screams Encore!

into black smoke

and the show

is extinguished

fin.