Caroline to Henri

 

“Henri, I’m right here. Ici!”

She lounges on the sofa

Naked and bare

Waiting for the artist

But he doesn’t care

 

For what he sees

At that moment

At that time

Is not the beauty,

Simply a paradigm

 

He feels the warmth of sun

Shine through the shuttered window

And the whisps of wind

Dance through his hair

Nature’s blend

 

He arranges the flowers in the vase

On the blue table

“C’est moi!” Caroline shouts

Knocks over the vase

 

She dresses and walks out the door

Silence

Until

“Foutez-vous!”

 

Henri picks up the vase

Rearranges the flowers

Wipes the dirt from the

Blue table

Sits back down

And looks

 

Everything aligns perfectly

The garden flowers

The window

Blue table

Vase

The oranges

Yellow

Blue

Red

A simple paradigm