Graffiti

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Expanse of sky
Cold ice blue but tinted
Mauve rose
Fading violet, air-brushed smooth
A rubbed vignette
To herald end of day. There are no straight lines in Nature
Lacey tops of charcoal trees
Silk-screen twilight silhouettes
Is proof of that
All soft and curve
Is that which cuts the breath
And causes awe. This day's-end-sky
Will never ever
Come again
To see this picture
Hanging there unframed
To see such light
Will never be again. Why do they soil it?
Those flyers high
Who tic-tac-toe
And slash the sky
And spoil the space
With straight line grids
And chalkline the cold blue mauve
With vitriol viper trails. What need for jets
To spill their kerosene
And mark it up?
To sharpen marksmanship
Perhaps?
Perhaps at break or end of day
One day
To blot the scene entire
With vitriolic mushrooms. Steel winged silver vultures
Vandalize the sky with thick and ugly hatching
The Artist's eye
At once insulted.

Author:
D. M. Corgiat
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