Imagine Wordsworth by the bay,
beside Magritte - their interplay,
envisioning odd scenes aloud.

"She wanders lonely as a cloud,"
says William with an impish smirk,
to paraphrase his famous work.

Rene projects a man mid-air
- in place of face, a golden pear.

They settle on a trapeze scene:
suspending from a sky, serene,
afloat above some mild tides,
a lady, swinging, lightly glides.

To where, or why, they don't agree,
deciding, "Let the viewers see
what meanings meet our dreamy view."

And so they ask, "What's this to you?"