Been a while since I’ve commented, Dave, but don’t take that as an absence of visits, nor of appreciation. I’ve noticed how your poems seem to going from strength to strength, and this one’s exceptional. All that vivid imagery, those marvellous phrases — ‘bronchial trees’, ‘immaculate desolation’, ‘to bookend your shoulders/& breathe cabbage in your ears’ and others — and that great balance between saying enough to let the reader know what’s happening yet leaving one wondering… I read the poem then looked at the painting; yes, I thought, that’s it. Words that complement and don’t compete.