diffuse*

open your mouth    hiding behind
paper umbrellas a boat creeping
oars' tiny stutter    in green   water
sliding up grainy sky     cross this
bridge bright    to burgeoning red
frame    illicit   a circumference of
van gogh       being truthful made
us the surface    belonging to sun
and a living museum    loved with
color  we warm brunettes waiting
for rain      to follow us to dry land
a sort of reaching   like postcards

— melissa benham
*after Van Gogh's Bridge in the Rain (AfterHiroshige), Paris 1887