someone punched out the horizon
but the boat still sails calmly on
towards the glued edges,
the missing flecks of ocean,
while the painted trees wait patiently,
slightly less russet
than they were before.
Today I read about the Monet painting that took 18 months to repair after a hole was punched in it by a museum patron who was also, evidently, a jackass. I was thinking about how fighting to preserve paintings is a battle to begin with as paint fades and canvases stiffen, but we do it anyway, even when some jackass comes along and punches a hole it in.