Art Serendipity
is walking the sidewalks
and realizing
abstract art
has been with us
before we called it that.
Every crack
in the stone
and every splash of water
filling it
defines random forms
and paths
guiding that art movement.
My favorite symbols
have been made
for millenniums
by seagull guano
on the macadam
of parking lots and
seashore rocks
before Jackson Pollock
was conceived
in the eye
of an art-crazy god.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem