Wheat Field with Rising Sun/ Vincent Van Gogh/ 1889
THANKS FOR THIS TREAT, Tess, for Magpie Tales #72
And a HAPPY 4th to all!!
RUNNING MAN
Vincent, rise from Eve's sin,
the blistering dawn baptizes you.
Sprint across the field
until your breath spits blood,
lie down with seedlings
in the purple furrows.
The yellow stain is a blazing sun
that tears up skin,
peels and spins your mind.
Black night,
starry night,
surpassing heaven,
a canvas tucked into
the maker's hand,
blessing the folly
of the running man.
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