(Impressions of Claude Monet's Nympheas, Effet du Soir)
Rising from the surface of a lily pond,
two suns shine in the afternoon.
White petals their beams, they loom overhead.
Lying prone, the blooms of suns
leaving hints of silver on their cumulus faces,
the Pads assemble, their hungry mouths open.
This weight of Petal and Pad
is bornethe the blue water-sky --
which never is punctured by them.
"What saddening beasts you are, Petals,
showing the Greens your mid-day light.
You'll soon wither and your beauty with you.
And you, Greens, your dull lives never
shall blossom -- your fear of the exotic
leaves you starving in my waters.
I am your fertile mother and welcoming father.
I reflect images brighter
than your first Petals' blossoming,
and I outnumber you and all
those you Pads can ever bring."
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