If Monet had seen
What I have seen,
Fading lilies might not have been—
Rather, parting beams of light
Above the clouds, at dawn of night.
His strokes more true,
Correctness of blue,
If only Monet had— flown.
Or, might have snapped a shot
And never been given a second thought.
But as our good painter is, at present,
Unfortunately and conspicuously absent,
We shall not see these skies of magent.
I witnessed the spectacular as I flew—
But my painted rhymes will have to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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