Dead branches slice the viewscape
Like the first rivulets
Of paint poured onto
A Jackson Pollock canvas.
The flat, two-dimensional scars
Seek further definition
From the solitary bird
That sits on its battered perch.
But it spreads its wings
And flies away.
(Inspired by “Untitled“, Friday Fictioneers photo on Madison-Woods.com, July 13, 2012.)