Friday, December 25, 2015

December 25 -- Jerry Garcia

Desert Moon
After Lee Krasner1955
In your Desert Moon,
the black slashes
the yellow and the ruddy. 
Paper caked in hardened oils
and ripped to hang
like shirt tails,
crumbles from the weight.
Your brush strokes red
like words splattered
over jagged particles
severed so carelessly
my head bows
to the coarse and dark.

Lee Krasner “Desert Moon”

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