Art Is Everywhere

Art Is Everywhere Countless dots of living color Begin to show As plants break thru the soil Blending together To form a radiant landscape carpet In a pointillist form Trees and flowers appearing As mere impressions In a thick morning mist When the mist begins to clear Their realism appears While looking out a window A child sees the wind is Spinning a wheel On his overturned bike He laughs and yells Dada Discarded soup cans Lightly covered by falling leaves Their labels still showing What a Pop Art scene Arborist, lost, plastic watch Half melted by last summer’s sun Hanging from a branch While other bare tree branches Soar horizontally and vertically Carving out multiple spaces Against the sky Completing a surreal landscape