Monet’s Water Lilies
by Claudia Gary
At times [Monet] could hear gunfire in the distance or watch
the wounded trudge down the road that ran between his house and his garden.
–Charles Trueheart, The Washington Post, 3 May 1999
We float on a reflected sky
behind a grid of willow strands.
As distant gunshots burst and fly,
afloat on a reflected sky,
the wounded soldiers trudging by
can’t see our artist’s face or hands.
We float on a reflected sky
behind a grid of willow strands.