The Fickle Muse: A Poem

Kandinsky
  takes a bow

   exhales
 adagio

then stretches
 back
    sidelong

lapping up hues
  geometric

     Yellow,
    Red,
 Blue,

from a chameleon

that arches
her prismatic
 back

   yawning
at such boredoms.

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