Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Stuart Rawlinson #93 - Morning at Entretat

Monet, or maybe Elstir 
Fiction blends with fact as

Certainty bleeds on the horizon
The little band off camera

Quelling the incoming tide
The land. The limitless sea

We’ll see things more clearly
When the sun finally sets
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