Written by Arlee Francis
While everyone stood
staring at the view
you sat back against the wall, legs sprawled out in front of you on the pavement, looking up the hill.
I came and sat next to you,
only to realise,
you had watercolours balanced on your thighs, brushes by your ankles
and you were using raindrops to wet your brush.
(you found art, where no-one else looked)