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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.Â
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.Â
Her gift floats through time
and past memories
of Bazille, then Renoir,
weaving past Pissarro, and Boudin -
to land
at the feet of Monet.
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