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 © Matt Kindelmann | Year Posted 2005
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