In a Field

I walked along through the poppy field with the ghost of famous painter Claude Monet.

I asked if he wished if he were alive so he could paint this field.

The ghost of Monet said it was like a mild distant hunger.

I said that I’m really good at crumpling paper and tossing it across the room into a trash can. But since I do most of my writing on computer, I rarely get the the chance to make that shot.