A straw nose
struck by wanderlust,
ventures from the concerned brow.
Dr. Gachet, did you mind sitting long enough
For the painter to paint? The pedestrians
pattered by, those Parisians
with prim shoes and prim shadows, and still
you sat still,
considering your considerer as he condensed
that wandering beak in sad, staccato strokes
of ochre and oxidized bronze.
buttons down your front;
eyes in your head.
Consolation:
at least you’ve been noticed, yellows and seasick greens, in a
canvas the same cotton as your coat.
Nathalie M. is a rising sophomore at Lakeside Upper School in Seattle, Washington. She loves living in the Pacific Northwest, where she enjoys getting out onto its beautiful lakes. Nathalie is an avid reader and has enjoyed writing for several years now.