She is writing her self-portrait<\/i><\/p>\n
Rolling words within her mouth
\nLike the finely pointed tip of a brush
\nIts camel bristles viridian green
\nWhile the broader brush beside it
\nGlistens with a simpler blue
\nSimple as mountain air is simple
\nBlue with the evening damp
\nA thin mist of blue and grey
\nAnd the promise of evening rain
\nNot simple at all, really<\/p>\n
The lines she hopes will sing
\nQuiver like the strings
\nOf the untuned harp in the corner
\nThat still holds the memory
\nOf music within tensile wires
\nHum in sympathy to colours and textures
\nPalette knife and finger
\nStone and rag and bone
\nShe knows she must include<\/p>\n
How will she draw the rivers
\nShe wonders
\nThe earthy Mekong brown
\nThe silverine of the Chao Phraya
\nThe red clay of the Arkansas
\nThe chatoyance of this newest friend
\nFor now, she is an island
\nin a confluence of waters
\nHow their currents fed her from wide beds
\nHow she moved over and through
\nTheir slick finned stories<\/p>\n
It is more than hesitating brush and ink
\nAre able in her faltering hand
\nTo render
\nThe cacaphony that masquerades
\nAs her name, her face
\nHow it changes colours
\nAs the rivers widen shorten deepen
\nEach a note on a staff in a lyric
\nThat needs more music to move
\nAs the wind does As the birds do
\nAs she did each year of her fragmented childhood
\nIn arcs of bright morning light
\nIn swooping loops of flight
\nIn the scalloped surfaces of rivers
\nThat might as well be her own blood
\nCircling in pulsing rhythm
\nHer faceless homeless heart<\/p>\n
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