I draw a scene on my canvas
            of a model as I imagine her,
            leaning back,
            resting on her elbow
            in tall grass.

            I have drawn leaves hanging down
            to the left of her head,
            but the leaves are not held together
            by stems but the way words
            keep a poem from leaving
            the page.

            I have drawn eight oak leaves
            on the right side above her head,
            one  partially hidden by her head.
            I have not drawn trees.
            It is said that da Vinci may have
            utilized students to draw backgrounds
            for his painting, perhaps the Mona Lisa.

            My model will have green eyes,
            and they might captivate some admirer.
            Her hair will have the hint of a part,
            hair blond and hanging straight.
            Her nose and lips will be hard to convey
            her thoughts, her feelings,
            her age.

            You will know that she is young
            by her breasts.
            I will make no apology for that.