the jam smear in the summer sky was heightened
in the picture here, pleine aire, the right hand corner
sniffed the dealer
dealing in paintings at the end of the season.
this blue curl in the cloud was famous
in its time
he droned on.
I thought how summers used to be
all made of lemon days piled end to end deliciously
and glimmering so far beyond the still lives here
they buy to buy again.
and was the painter near his end or
just beginning
where new magenta shadows
seem to shine and beckon a someone, somewhere
glancing off the waters of his
long-ago sunset or is it-
mine
mary angela douglas 31 august 2013
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