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Cezanne's the Basket of Apples

it's all about perspective
            illusion held in place, solidly
       visually suggestive of reality
   who are you 
      to argue with what's in front of you?

            they're tumbling
                  don't fall backwards!
                  
   is it chaos by arrangement?
there is order and insanity on display

                     what of the folds?
         how the shadows flock
               not every shadow 
                  holds an object above it
                     nor should it
                     
  the composition is to
                                unnerve
                                  unsteady
                  create interest in the 
                                     uninteresting

the success of the endeavor phenomenal
you played with angles
                                edges
                                   and imperfection
if I stamp my foot the whole thing may 
                                      fall
      so I sit quietly and observe
    as intended

            I tilt to accommodate the slants
they tilt to challenge

why is there a standoff in such an unlikely place?
       don't be fooled by apples
keep your footing
take your paces
and look again

the painting has got the better of me

    I have no wish to join that feast
       but I stand and stare


           shifting from foot 
                                       to foot 
     trying to make sense of abstract reality that I could almost touch

I'll walk away
perhaps recognizing
interpretation isn't always accurate portrayal

       it's never possible 
       to see both sides of the apple 
       if neither you nor the apple move
       
             the bottle could reflect 
             what is out of sight
             but answers don't lie there
             
I know it's misrepresentation 
                     without mistake
                        but I don't know why
                        
         and there is no one around to ask

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