First, Impressionism may seem pointless,
but the subtleties of the rare brush strokes
eventually win your heart.  Needless
to say, the idle wind through the loose spokes
of your ill-fated wheels is blowing on,
and on deafer ears it could not hope to
blow.  Would there were hunters for such a fawn!
But that were merest show.  Persevere.  Do.
I begin to grow wary of the world,
its seductions and inconsistencies;
where women are oft mistaken for girls,
where love is boarded, sacked by piracies,
and sunk full fathom five beneath the seas
in unimpressive bids for clemencies. 
 
Dig in to Degas for fresh perspective.
Scan Semiramis Building Babylon
for the vision, the doubt, the subjective.
Future perfect presents past era gone,
Forgetting bygones in flurries of form,
insubstantial, unheeded, unobserved,
a clear-eyed sense of some lingering storm
the architect stands on edge, unnerved,
heedful of fears, mindful of passing years,
not venturing forth for fear of the crowd,
holding back promise like lovers hold tears,
with foreboding, abiding strong and proud.
At first, Impressionism seems clear,
as close as the edge of love that’s not near.