True by The Frames

exodus

i wrap    them up in little plastic bags,

tuck

them in my car,

these millions.  one thousand brushes,

one hundred thousand jars.

i keep them.

i screw the lids on tight

and get down on my knees  and beg (for God)

to find them,

all these little treasures, these paintings

i paint

for you.

i wrap them up in bags.