Self Portrait

Kentucky

I’d walk for hours in dappled light, following gentle curves of narrow roads, their asphalt edging sharply into dirt, then grass. Green shivering as cars drove by, and I huddled near to its softness. The air, more often than not, was heavy and placid. Warm and warming, I’d wade through it, pause, as if I, too, were a mote suspended.

Everything moved with a stillness.

I’d gaze into the faces of Queen Anne’s Lace, note the elegant curve of their long stems, bowed slightly. The necks of each bud arching to create a network of many faces, flat exercises in symmetry and recursion, framing their shared shriveled purply-black eye.

*artwork: Queen Anne’s Lace V by Christine Reichon

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