What were you...

 ...thinking when you painted that

Underdone, under wrap, under sun, under cap

With the heat and the beat in the seat where we meet...

What were you

Thinking then

When you painted again

Like I said in the red

In the wind up ahead

Were you thinking instead

Of the words or the bread

Were you what

Again thinking

Of swimming

Or sinking

Of daylight that stays tight and pays right and takes flight

What

Were you thinking when

You painted that...

A whiff

Of a breath from

Under the hat

KF

I lost count of the number of poems I wrote and essentially they all have the same theme.  By changing this one around, I've been able to find some answers to the same old question.  Keeping that thought train moving. K