Picture Window

Poem By Gabrielle Shutt

The summer sky is falling

In featherlight chips of ochre and scarlet.

Like paint peeling off of an old canvas.

Littering the grey cement in tired resolution.

Mourning in brilliant silence the coming of a minimalist's winter

The harsh lines and monochromatic palette

Replacing impressionistic splendor

that was once framed in oak and lace.

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