Dear Mona Lisa,
I’ve so much to tell you, since
our bright-brushed days, so many futures
I have discovered for you, with flying machines
and coded thoughts. Would you have guessed
the imago has arrived? Would you have guessed
that people would be self-imaging
an imagining beside you, across time’s oceans?
When did people stop looking at you,
lonely, Mona Lisa?
Yours, Leonardo.