The Reincarnation of an American Pop Artist

Not Mallard, Bufflehead nor Canvasback—
instead, Andy returned as White Pekin.

Dressed in feathers, he appeared content.
Carried tenderly, human hand cradled

his body. Before my eyes, silkscreens,
flashes of soup cans, multiples of Marilyn,

triples of Elvis, leapt from my memory—
then Coke bottles, lithographs of shoes,

sketches of feet danced across road,
as I walked around pond. Though daffy

to muse, after his rebirth, do you think
Warhol wigged out at the site of his web—
footed feet?