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© Sandra W. Soli, Oklahoma City, OK, 2006

Matisse in Morocco
By Sandra W. Soli, Oklahoma City, OK
 Our horses are up to their
necks in flowers here.

   --Pierre Loti

 

Come quickly, Amalie.

Have you seen shadows

or sunlight anywhere like these?

 

How new all this is,

how difficult to render

with reds, yellows, blues.

We must be bold!

 

Colors wash history clean here.

Even the people are flowers.

 

Look how indigos clasp

each other, imagining someone

always walking behind, perhaps

 

that woman in the street,

carrying a jug of water.

For her, art and life

the same thing.

 

Whites first, and umbers,

finally these lengthening

lavenders as city

comes to night bloom

like moonflowers

startling us hour by hour,

breakfast oranges and croissants

a distant mystery

far as the bells of camels

or previous ways of seeing.

 

Loti said his horse fell

swimming in petals.

I know now

he told the truth.

Ah, to drown in such a sea!

 

We must believe

gardens we can not see,

the fragrant twilight

framed at our window,

the woman below

 

walking away with her burden of life,

this view of paradise

that changes everything.