Monet and I cast our fishing lines
among the pale lavender waterlilies
swimming in jeweled green waters
in the lush garden of Giverny.

VanGogh and I plant golden sunflowers
along the allee of waving green birches
under the swirling deep blue sky
and the starry, starry night.

Chagall and I send the violin player
across the happy sky with the goat
and the veiled bride
dancing into the inky night sky.

Pollock and I spill a bit
of paint here and there
drops and drips falling gray and black
onto heavily waiting canvas.

Warhol and I line up
the tomato soup cans
next to Marilyn as the art pop
pop pops.