Her caution was to catch
The clouds more caringly
To try to feel in the moisture rising
The moment when the flames appear
Dancing on the lake
Far out she could see the Victory
Of the world a painting
Of flaming battleships
By a man who stole from his teacher
The worst parts of his style
In her youth she had been a sailor
And wore a garnet on her throat
No one has ever painted the sea
She saw but she loved that painter
The one who would betray her
With a silver kiss
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