The Sanguine Monet
At Giverny, the sanguine Monet
walks around the colorful garden
the bridge arches over water lilies
he feels the light buoy them.
A flurry of blur overcomes him
In front of Rouen Cathedral
a quiet, sacred impression
of his pending confession
that he switched facades.
The wheels silent at Saint Lazarre
it looks like he missed the train
yet he is the train - arriving early.
David Epstein. Written January, 1998
Topic: Based upon poem by William Carlos Williams