I’m sorry my lady
I always came late
to your feet those fish
that swam the moonlight
now you’re so sfumato
in the earlier paintings
and here he’s moved to
your left side and you
seem ready to put him down
but your eyes won’t look up
as he goes on
staring right at us
still interested
and waiting.
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