Mona Lisa

My collection of memories, born of reality, have

Had their say. They fade away as the days drift

Deeper and deeper into shadows where fantasy

Reshapes actuality into what I want it to be.

Without missing a sip of Chardonnay, I see

Mona’s demur smile in Paris and David’s naked

Bod in Florence side by side making eyes at each

Other, demystifying the guile of the Mona Lisa smile.