Observing An Artist

She walked along the narrow strip of sand
separating water from a large wall of dune
looking for a potential object d’art or two,
which she hoped to discover soon.
Bending down, she picked up a small piece
of driftwood — a new sculpture to construe.
He watched her eyes as they began to sparkle
and her lips began to form
words in silence and he knew
soon there would be, in the offing,
a sculpture so beautiful, artful, so true.

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