Children
for Bill Hastings
Would Picasso
have drawn them
differently:
thrown voice waves
and quavers
like wooden pegs
into the air,
related the central eye
and cupid mouth,
the cool green lips
of the blue face
dreaming,
the cheeky circle
sucking a lollipop
or smoking a pipe
with the symbol
approaching shorthand
for ‘oration’
or ‘patient’ as hair,
to such a nonchalant sash,
such an equanimous
seagull sky?