Noticed

I showed her my painting the other day
The one with the purples that blend with the grays
And the boy in the corner that was writing a book
And the kites in the sky
And the bikes going by
And the pond with a bench
And the boys and the men
And the girls on the grass
And the horses gone past

But in spite of all this
The part I liked most
Was the tiniest stroke
A small silver curve
By the girls on the lawn
On the bench of the pond
By the boy with his book
A small fishless hook

I've shown it to many
And allowed them to look
And they liked the sky
And the boy with the book
And the girls on the lawn
And the bench by the pond
And the bikes racing past
And horses and grass

But not once did they spot
As long as they looked
Beside the small boy
The unbaited hook

But once I showed her
She gave it a look
Past purples and grays
And boy and his book
Her eye didn't waver
Her finger she took
Right to the spot
To my silver small hook