Searching the Lines, I imagine what it would be like if the face I saw in my mind stepped beyond the page and into the real world. Through crowded streets and passing strangers, the poet searches for a glimpse of the woman in the drawing—where imagination, art, and quiet longing begin to blur. The sketch is of my wife at twenty-one, who remains every bit as graceful today in her silver-haired years.

By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)