kb.ii

what she paints is real/unreal,

strokes minute and broad, tactical

motions needed to convey motion

in a pool of marble covered tile.

to watch her paint is to witness

patience of hours and deep breaths.

to see her create is to be dazzled

by the craft of a burgeoning master.

she is brushing strokes of genius

while others doodle and scratch

who gain degrees. can she keep

herself intact within her talent.

or will her ear be forfeit?

or her life with rocks in pockets?