Claude Monet-Inspired Poem

Gazing at the twigs of industry
The man in the boat stands
too suddenly, rocking the small vessel.
The sunset mates with his reflection.
The heavy face, wrinkled
from years on
Monet’s harbor, watches orange
returning to the horizon, through
grey and blue.

Remembering the number of
sunsets in his fading life, the many
nights of twilight with that very orange,
He exhales his breath and stares
Up toward the sky filled
With smoke and sadness,
looking more beautiful
than it has ever before.