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Hours conspire to hide the intrudereight legged black thumbtackbehind the Monet.Each hour a new patient entersand speaks, offers tenderfor an hour of attentionswallowing tears, weighing words.Our eyes rest on the water liliesthe blues and greens suggestingtimeless spring, verdant and ripening.