LANDSCAPE GRAFFITI

A solitary oil drum, painted white,
overnight acquires its own halo,

of cast off tire seated firmly
on its lid. A flourish of pop bottle

drained empty of its soul, rises over both.
The final embellishment a belt

of  bold paint, all uppercase
bright red: “No Trespassing.”

It bears no sign of the buckshot
fate we might expect should we try

to cross its boundaries.

Carol A. Stephen
June 18, 2015

Response to Never Think There Aren’t Things You Can Do to Beautify the World, on Steam Punk City, at Wituals by Harold Rhenisch, Harold comments that junk has more rights than we do.  I wish he wasn’t right. Check out Harold’s journey to find art in the city landscape.