HOCKNEY'S ''TWO CHAIRS''

What you do after you swim
out of breath
in your half open mouth
who captures a wave
before a sprightly grin and tonic
from my laughter sides
enjoying your excursions
toward art's communication
in the pool or ocean
when competition runs deep
but there is only one Hockney
from the West Coast
pressured by your declaration
and your invitation
at the movie set in the 80's
as I look at my poster to host
my company of itinerant artists
for a bed and breakfast
who were here to visit a poet
over my kitchen table
by your portrait and signed print
called ''Two Chairs.''