Now oranges
will always
owe something
to Cezanne
blue and yellow
live in awe a little
of Van Gogh
the irises for sure
and for my part
I’ve hidden
a Rembrandt
a la Rothko in
my kitchen
their green
darkness against
my blue bowl
of lemons for
which the world
unconsciously
is always thirsty.
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