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The golden cat, in a verdant leaf tropical storm,
Watches the girl take a picture of him

I watch the tiger, and the child
Holding the digital SLR camera

Here in Room 45, filled with dozens of voices
(Different languages, cultures, ages, and times)

We all survey these pieces, living paint
On stretched canvas, controlled by wood

Rousseau’s lightning strike illuminates the room,
Her eyes, the lens, reflecting immortal brushstrokes

For you, I recreate this moment,
Recapturing this vision at the National Gallery

Gazing upon this painting for the second time
And in vicarious wonderment anew



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