Angus McEwan, Poster Girl (Artist Website, Social Media Links)
Watercolor on Fabriano paper, 38 x 56 cm
Sometimes I already miss
the names of things rolling
muscular in the mouth: wisteria,
nandina, rhododendron,
time packed and loaded
in the smallest growing tip.
Tissue, nodule, dense.
A shadow coalesced:
radiograph, ductogram,
white veins full like a river
reversed, a hundred-year
event. Skin stilled.
Breath held. Now breathe.
I try to think of petals
and pistils, whorls that are
normal, negative, of no
concern. How flowers
even in night
bear up and bloom.