Poetic License: ‘Jellyfish Float’
I love the way
Hollis nursed the light
from the breast of her brush
onto her canvas: She’s whipped
me into a shake of aqua greens
and blues laced with splashes
of vanilla and tropical tapioca,
a float in the gently flowing
cup of an impasto
sea. Drink me
if you wish
but only
with
thine
eyes.