Shadow of Rembrandt
I follow Rembrandt from world to world
Some are internal, others are beyond my grasp.
His antics and ideas open my mind to possibilities.
We are painting, creating, inventing.
He is a whirlwind of activity, by himself.
I have never met such a person.
Not only a Renaissance man, but a poet, an author, a painter.
He is an inventor, a philosopher, a philanderer.
What? I had not known this.
I discreetly avoid his eyes.
Then I tell him about cell phones, and he lights up.
Alive and ready to begin something new.
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