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If Monet Lived Here

If Monet lived here
at the heart of November
in the heart of these hills
he would abandon his pastel palette
for dark orange maple scattered evergreen
red-topped sumac brown cattails white birch
colors risen up around us
this bowl filled with the end of colors
and if Monet
were like the artist of this day
he might be tempted to go too far,
to make this world ridiculously beautiful adding
rhinestones or diamonds
covering the whole view with glisten of first snow

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