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To Catch the Play of Shapes and Light
by Barry Abrams

To catch the play of shapes and light
As soft, low waves crisscross and break,
She paints what words could only write.

Her canvas, stretched and primed in white,
Absorbs reflection like a lake
To catch the play of shapes and light

Of clouds aglow in pitch-blue night.
Acknowledging a good mistake,
She paints what words could only write,

Not letting cordoned facts of sight
Bar contributions chance would make.
To catch the play of shapes and light.

As golden mustard hills ignite
Beside a road old lovers take,
She paints what words could only write -

Her colors strange, but strangely right,
Translucent rather than opaque.
To catch the play of shapes and light,
She paints what words could only write.

Note: Poetry in the Windows III winner, Barry Abrams, Collective member and Montecito Heights resident, wrote this villanelle about his wife Alexis' paintings.