When you see this, post some poetry in your journal.
Rouen
by
Melysa Towers Cassidy I do not care for Monet.
Edgeless, flowing, pastel dreams
Self-indulgent, mellifluous recreations
that hide the violence.
Missing the bent auberge, moldering walls,
and pockmarked streets.
But he was here breathing this night,
another night, lost somewhere
with
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