The Beholder
Through the smoke filled air
sunlight snared me a glimpse
of the expansive landscape painting.
It spoke to me convincingly about its inherent worth
matching the picture window view
stroke for stroke
shadow for shadow
sparkle glimmer
and the dark murky horizon.
You could walk into either
as if into ether
and wander
seeking the truth upon which each scene is built.
Copyright © James Friske | Year Posted 2023
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