Paint Splatters
paint splashed upon the page,
no rhyme or reason seen,
but study the splatters a bit longer,
and different stories appear,
a canvas of snails,
inching to freedom,
leaves falling from the trees,
scoops of ice cream,
awaiting a cone,
or maybe,
just paint splatters,
without rhyme or reason.
Douglas Polk
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