The unexpected surprise, the pleasure of two for one:
Thumbing through a book I had bought earlier,
a piece of paper folded between the pages.
A small painting.
As if whoever painted it, did so in a hurried state, though obviously with a talented hand.
A droplet of water stains the page, or maybe a delighted person's tear?
Tiny waist, red hat, black gloves, pushed back hair,
a cigarette holder in one hand
and a letter in the other.
Can you hear her calling out to someone?
Or maybe she is leading the band before she does the can-can.
Just the right blotches and smears.
Movement.
Was the painter infatuated with Mademosielle Parler-Vous?
I am.
Brocante surprises every single time.
Have you had any good surprises this week
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