THERE is an art
between the green
lush fern-meadow
dripping wet
and on the ground
swirling pond

A melancholy-lust
burstin g kis
s
such desire have i to jump
across
Monet’s Nimphee and
into that mist!

Monet, paint for me the love
you see
and cast your brush across
the sea of the
land and salt within my heart!

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