In this overspray

that cools my face
arms, and my bare feet,
I finish reading Heine’s:
      yes these are the very eyes
in German, translating
the lines
in English as I did:
her very lips,
her very voice
her most beautiful arms
embracing her lover,
his head on her breasts,
and him feeling

I reflect on those lines,
remembering the empty canvas
on my easel in search of art.
In this overspray,
I picture a tan
naked body,
a young German woman,
standing mid-thigh deep
in cool water,
a boat, stationary,
a red plastic bottle
of bubble soap
in her left hand,
her right hand,
dipping the wand in,
full of joy,
and radiant.