and asked her to sit for me.
A large smile shot across her face.
She seemed very excited.
I told her to try to remain as still and quiet as possible.
Then I took a long look and began drawing.
She shifted a few times but remained fairly still.
An hour later I put down the pencil,
announced that I was finished.
I showed her the sketch on my scratch pad.
At first, she seemed confused, then angry.
I could not understand why.
I’d drawn a very beautiful city.
And traditions, scarce,
But widely transmuted.
I know, a Scheherazade
Of shipwrecks; bet upon
The first child, they say.
And you, you were difficult
To hold, every broken[read more]