At a push, I’d have to say
that Seurat was my fave,
divining the prism
through Divisionism,
apportioning the visible
particle by particle;
a little dotty perhaps,
pointedly finishing
that damned hat.
 
I liked to spend Sunday
in the park with George,
making my entrance
with my usual flare.
 
Dogs and monkeys and parasols.
“Let’s go and get drunk
on light again. It consoles.”