my Amsterdam, November 7, 2013‏

by richibi

    Canal in Amsterdam - Claude Monet

                                      Canal in Amsterdam(1874) 

 
                                          Claude Monet
 
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in the morning we sit by the large
paned double windows that frame
the masterpiece that sits before our
eyes, beyond a little cement and
wrought iron bridge that crosses
our canal another canal runs 
perpendicular and away from us
between a row on either side of 
trees, their leaves pale yellow
mostly, from late fall, with patches
here and there, like incidental
brushstrokes, of less vivid, or
weathered, if you like, greens 
 
cobblestone paths along either bank,
charming but precarious, serve
pedestrians, cyclists in their dozens,
and the occasional adventurous car 
willing to tackle the more lackadaisical
pace and unpredictability of bicycles,
people and everywhere watery
roadblocks, Renaissance gingerbread
houses hold the fort on either side of
the canvas, geometrically ceding to,
and doing a master class in,
perspective
 
in the distance, of course, the obligatory
steeple, infallably sounding on the quarter
hour
 
   
this morning a flight of what looked
to me like doves, so I’ll call them
doves, to touch up anyway with white
and peaceful thoughts my story, cast
magic by fretting in flocks vertiginously
between the parallel lines of trees, just 
ahead of our front row seats   
 
a symphony, I said to my mom, though
for the birds it must’ve been tumultuous,
a  rash, maybe, anthropomorphismbut
their tumult has only ever translated for
me as immutably grace
 
people were taking pictures with their
smartphones, whirling skyward to the
avian poetry
 
we counted our blessings as we 
breakfasted on coffee, bread and
cheese  
 
 
later we’re off to the Rijksmuseum 
to witness other visual wonders
 
 
Richard
 

 

 
 
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