the motion of the paintbrush on the paper the way the colors flowed on the paper white-capped mountains in the distance walking up the trail the colors like jewels in my white paint tray while the painters sketched the landscape in these times of remembered narrative dense, splendid prose the text crafted and recrafted with writing in her own meter and language continuing the retelling of known story "when to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past"