dark,
the colors opaque,
no warmth,
a winter painting,
the season of darkness,
the sun,
year after year,
hoping to sneak away,
without anyone noticing,
but we do notice,
raising our voices in complaint.
poetry and art by Douglas Polk. Art is politics . . .written, verbal and visual . . . .involving power, influence and conflict. Douglas Polk
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