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A Flower for Monet (Free verse) by Shuushin

From the deck of the Eiffel Tower, petite mademoiselle Michelle chooses a flower - sweet alyssum, to parachute upon the wind.  Through the white-washed avenues, past open doorways and windows, above the cobblestone streets of Argenteuil she watches it sail, never in a straight line, as the orange sun rises above the Seine.  Her gift floats through time and past memories of Bazille, then Renoir, weaving past Pissarro, and Boudin - to land at the feet of Monet. _____________________________________

francis nor capule 30-Mar-04/7:58 AM
very moving




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