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THE PAINTERLY EYE
BY GARY LEHMANN
the mesa top
is burning
it's Russet and Buckram Green
suddenly overpowered by
back lighting
the fading day has turned to night
the skeleton
of pine trees stand out against the roar
but then suddenly burst into
Blood and Pumpkin
tiny figures criss-cross this Citadel
those shadowy puppets are the firefighters
their Yellow jackets
now turn to Jet in silhouette
our Robin's Egg sky has turned to
Monument Gray
the streaky smoke draws a Granite line to its
source
basso profundo chaos in Taupe and Oyster
high above a
crow circles, Black on dead Gray
like nature's janitor, Birch broom
in hand
waiting to clean up what the fire pulls from its
burrow
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