Exclamation points

Can be reserved for texting
But when you're painting
The oh-so subtle contrasts
Show you really care

One Two Three steps back
One Two Three recitals wrecked
One Two Three fell swoops

Heading South

At 46 miles-per-hour
a windy two lane
hurls gravel, wispy dust clouds,
the occasional
possum carcass, and glaring
sun right in my eyes:
a short-term, momentary
vision extended
through time--recurring, novel.