Walls

This corner, where walls meet
The paint cracks
Signs of age, when was it made?

Coat upon coat, but no warmth
Covering the past
In a rich new layer, can you smell?

The greens and browns of yesterday
Drying forgotten
Under a new stroke, remember?

That glossy wash spread wide
But thin
A little wear, and the illusion is exposed

By a few chips and some dust
Off color
Where the walls come together