I’ve no doubt you didn’t mean to compel
my rebirth. It’s clear to me you’re simply
living life, unaware of casting spells
with your Mona Lisa gaze I imply
with Leonardo-like perspective through
my poems. Should Michelangelo see
you he would sculpt your graceful essence true
as his Madonna’s face. The Medici
would demand your portrait in every home.
So much for your image flooding Florence.
Your sweet spirit flows with me as I roam
Historic Hillcrest, powerful presence
propelling me to my keyboard, where alone
I form you as Il Divino would from stone.
Roger Armbrust
July 17, 2015
