inspired by Vincent Van Gogh's painting

- If I squint, the bars on the window
disappear as if I were free
like the cloud scoops blue
out of the distant waves of mountain
to lift a drink to God’s lips
and stirs the green of the olive trees
until the colour rises to my mouth
and I can taste the mercy that is beauty.
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