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Pollock Afternoon

Orange streaks across the horizon and supple reds sloppily dot like stars in a naked sky. Browns are all engulfing now. A hungry wolf, steadily eating up the page. Yellow splashes play second fiddle to the darkening and The greens melt like blocks of fresh ice on an Indian summer’s day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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