I Heard Peter Meinke read a sonnet
About Pissaro. I listened from behind the caterer's screen.
Thick, his voice carried past the chocolate.

"Live life more boldly," he wanted them to scream.
Thick painting impressionists as a class.
until the house filled with the drunkards dream:

"Everything can be fixed," and this at last
He said, "I Will always be six years old,
Holding out my stick like arms to Mom.