Looking Back at Monet's Water Lilies a river from nowhere to nowhere fills up the body of the frame, makes its way through weeping willow, reeds, irises. red, yellow and pink accents sit shyly atop lily pads like a bunch of ladies trying outrageous hats on a weekday afternoon at a store. unlike the reticent brightness, the blue is brave and limitless here. the blue of the sky and the blue of the water are one, the way there is no one answer I can point to as the source of my unsolidified sadness. on the back of this postcard a lover has dotted his many I's as an afterthought, each point a hat tip to haste or to the brink of forgetting. it matters how we make our points. Monet, for example, just with little brilliant spots births entire lilies. only in the presence of the numberless water lilies, like tiny misgivings of numerous lovers, do we realize that this scape is a reflection. understand that he planted an actual garden, diverted a river, before he painted it. that this is the moment in which I swim through all your features that I sowed in my memory-bed: the birthmark behind your ear, the note you sing too high, the sureness of your right hand around the line of my waist and turn them into blurred impressions. I observe every big and every little idea of us and carve it into shadow. Preeti Vangani Preeti Vangani is an Indian poet & essayist. Her work has been published in BOAAT, Buzzfeed, Noble/Gas Qtrly, Threepenny Review among other journals. She is the winner of the RL Poetry Award 2017 and her debut book of poems titled Mother Tongue Apologize was published by RLFPA Editions in February 2019. She owes her MFA to the University of San Francisco.
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