i hear her mind,
what she's thinking,
it would
go something like this.
i need a bowl
in the middle of the table,
i've seen it in old paintings,
Renoir or Rembrandt,
maybe,
perhaps Sargent.
a crystal bowl.
large.
a white linen table
cloth below it,
and then fruit,
colorful fruit, fresh and just
ripe,
in case anyone
that came near, wanted
to take one
and bite,
but they'd better not.
this is for show, still life.
it tells them who i am.
this bowl of fruit
says everything.
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