after plate it is obvious
to one willing to study
there are no straight lines.
young queen victoria
tightens her pelvic muscles
with temperate purpose
eliminates the last remaining
i’ve tipped the begging dog
victoria’s cocksure grip on graphite
the trumpet-like moon the hat implies
behind the nightly swirl of trees.
i see watercolor for the first time
do not retreat into its motion
its high-wire act black and gold
gold and black i am willing to study.