Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Start with a canvas,
stretched loose as a lover’s limbs.
Primer going on and the room silent as snow.

Thought animates the dark--
pulls back
on a paring of light

climbing through the window.
It lingers on the model, her slip
white as gesso.

A long drought, the sudden touch, a veil
pulled away. What’s between the layers
lets the image live.

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