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Show Everything Comes in Waves the hydrant behind her easel is in fact a pineapple-this the painter knows-breaks it open, spills the juice-what's the moon's sobriquet? the sun's?-fine, thanks for asking, rezinal rezinal pour it alongside, hillside plated with bayleaves, birds wheeling in semilunar blue arrow (->) -> (arrow) dot (•) • (dot) lilies and lilies give way to sunhoney. green grass is big magic, light streaming through the lawn's blades a godsend-back to the domestic- tiny wheelbarrow spokes and thimbles in a matchbox-every nook holds a stowaway -give the peasant in stitches a crate of candles-coins emit no light, untowardly wayward, she's getting better-you can see? it's all on the canvas now-flutter the dovecotes, pile up the midden-dot to dot-the hues deepen, sky gives pulse to sea - arrow to arrow-light coming from different distances-blue phlox alongside to blue phlox covering the hillside |
