(on viewing the “Connections” show
at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts)
They stand, mono- arches her arm
chromatic, alone upward, sweeping
in the room of white it around, symetri-
blending in shades cally following each
of cream, almond, cursive stroke of the
honey, pausing brush: her body
before the long the ink
panels of broad, alone in space.
black brushstrokes — He watches her,
tall scrolls of calli- head turned
graphy, matted only slightly,
side by side. then stares intently
She, intense, rises at the symbols
on her toes, before him.