Hathi Room

My brother Alec,
I’m no longer a chauffeur,
dreaming of Monet.

Notes

Today’s prompt is to write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you. I wrote a Haiku – one line for each.