On a Pedestal

"You scratched away in your sketchbook:
Ink on paper,
the shape of her neck and shoulders
and her draping pink coat."

In the back of class
we both had our
                eyes
on the same girl:

short, sandy-blonde hair,
a pretty, smiling face,
heavy, dark-blue sweater
shiny, blue bell-bottoms and
pink, fleece coat hanging over
    the red chair back.

You scratched away in your sketchbook:
Ink on paper,
the shape of her neck and shoulders
and her draping pink coat.
A big pocket and some buttons visible.
You focused on what you could see.

I wrote a few notes in my notebook:
Ink on paper,
lines of poetry that capture an
aesthetic idea and a primal emotion
in images that capture that moment and
all of us in it.
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The Collected Chaff, v. 1.0