Here are the windmills at Zaanse Schans
where the wind turns granite into limestone powder
here is where paint gets colors
pigments known to us through the old masters
Cafe Terrace at Night
Cottages Before a Stormy Sky
these windmills older than when
my particular long ago ancestors
people from near here
were thrust aboard a ship for the new world
orphans in the streets
the homeless of that time
had life been gentler for them
where would I be?
Is this image one I love so
for the stirrings of ancestral memory
a familiar sight
to someone far far back in my line
a girl who learned to make paint
and perhaps set this scene to a board and hung it on her wall?
#NAPOWRIMO
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