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Policeman on a White Horse

Can you see him? The man on the horse.I can’t. I see through him. A white manOn a horseIn a fieldOf whiteness. In my country he’d be blueThis white manOn a horseIn a field of whiteness.He’d look down from his horseAt the few shades of brownIn a field of whitenessWhat would be in his eyes?WouldContinue reading “Policeman on a White Horse”

Monet’s Boat On A River

Stiff lines and harsh brush strokesThe impression of a summer’s dayGreen for trees upswept by the breezeAlong the river blue and whiteReflections in the water show bare branchesWinter’s chill beneath the surfaceBehind the green of a summer dayAlone on a boatSits a man in a coatHat on his headWith doors openDoes he see the summerContinue reading “Monet’s Boat On A River”