Moving Pictures / Still Pictures

traveled by potions
crossed oceans with
a box of paint
rejected quaint notions
of sitters and sailors
rich patrons
on a summer
jaunt.

drag a brush
through the white
varnish the crowd
just clutch
through the push
if his beauty
makes you numb

lock in a line
realize the edge
in fine detail
his smile is captured
but whether crisp
or drawn in the rough
one gaze is not enough

before the catch
or the locking latch or
the vast tourist
and perpetual bachelor
draped in soft light
head down and lonely tears
drift across painterly sighs

for J.S.S.