 Number One 1950 (Lavender Mist), by Jackson Pollock (USA) 1950 Pollock in the Hamptons The handcuffs are unlocked "Now" is extending, expanding I see Jackson spinning out nebulae mists Salmon washes suspended Gravity upended and I see His wife Lee as she smokes and watches, Watches him, he feels her watching him He feels the wind through the shed Blue breath of East Hampton How it feels-- Deep sighing coastal stars How it feels-- Arcs of lavender tumbling Layers of the onion. Green girders. Splintering into magenta, mauve Jackson is on fire, a meteor Burning through I envy his beautiful chaos But not the time after, when beauty Stopped and chaos Stared him down Burnt out. Stan Crawford Stan Crawford is an attorney and poet who lives in Albuquerque with his wife Dawn and their neurotic dogs and complacent cats. His poetry collection Resisting Gravity (Lamar University Literary Press) was a Finalist for the First Book of Poetry award given by the Texas Institute of Letters in 2017.
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