Coiled in the lower right-hand corner of a painting,
a black squiggle stands out, capturing the attention
of a poetical artist just sitting writing.
Pastels in the background, losing their depth as I
continue to focus on the black coil, wondering what
it signifies.
Curiosity sitting like a kitten, ready to pounce on
any information forthcoming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem