Towards 280 (After Wayne Thiebaud) - Poem by Steven Federle
Vibrant canvas, undulant colors
thin lines of thick paint
streaking white fields,
of bright California light.
The blue road plummets
into wider boulevards.
Down steep freeways
over shadowed s-curves
the black cars streak.
Past the pink condo
rising high along the blacktop,
its thrusting blue shadow slicing
the indurate road,
they drive down bright 280
past creamy waves of warehouse
through fields of pale gold,
where at last they converge
on the incipient, blue
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