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Hurricane
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Main Work
Horsehair brush makes landfall in the early afternoon
Splattering a crude mix of viridian
And blue
As it sweeps over the surface
To swallow the white beneath.
Splayed hairs twist in a rushing swirl
Upward, inward with
Sweeping, scathing strokes.
The artist’s eye, satellite
Tracking the wake as it spreads,
With drops of turquoise
Sliding, sinking
To the edges—
They are watercolor refugees.
Brushstrokes circle over the landscape
Whispering like wind gusts over the surface
Then sloshing in sudden hesitation
To change course, the angled turn
And twist
Of fading color
Until it is lifted, slowly, hair still curled
And the assaulted canvas
Weeps irreparable blue
