Minimalist

A long, long time ago, on a steamy summer day, 

someone made some swashes and swirls

as they spread tar on their driveway.

Instead of seeing it as an act of overheated

boredom, I prefer to think of it as 

strokes of pure, burning minimalist insight,

black on black, with little bits of red stems 

and the edge of the sidewalk for added genius.

That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it, 

so to speak.