Appreciation
There is bird crap on the car window.
In the morning light
it’s a gritty white ghost,
a splatter still passing-by
making its way to earth.
The windscreen is a camera,
excrement caught in flight
like accidental art.
With some imagination
it could be a city landscape
under a snowy sky.
A humming miasma of midges
is also fine art if you can stand it.
Regarding art appreciation,
I am on the fence,
but sometimes, like now,
I know what I don’t like.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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