The familiar train ride home.
Crossing over the Rhone river,
A castle on either side,
Villeneuve-les-Avignon and Avignon,
Face to face.
Tree lined borders,
VanGogh's painted fields in golden hues,
A Cezanne sky.
Still Life History.
I held my cell phone against the smugged train window,
TGV speed and snapped a photo.
No paint brushes,
Nor oil paint, not even a smock,
A miracle of another era capturing the same truth.
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