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Quick now! Note that green
high on the tree: its first
subtle greening, leaf-fine
brushstrokes in a mist
of jacaranda blue;
behind, beyond, all round
Infinity, a sun-charged blur,
much more than background,
a medium so huge
the subject could be lost,
its colour go as fast
as the moment of one’s seeing
it; so too, mind’s image,
pure and delicate
as the morning’s offering.
How, then, to retain it?
How to receive and celebrate
life in the making?
Get it
down, quick!
that
tender image,
while
still fresh,
stroke by
stroke
of pen or
brush,
so eager
mind
swift to
engage
eyes and
hand,
may bring
it back
still
life on the page.
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