Transparencies
Cherries gleam ruby red
in a white porcelain bowl.
The observed looks back at you,
we are the experience we experience.
White horse in a snowy field,
red fox at sunset,
a bubble between
two pink baby lips.
Meaning does not describe itself,
we are self-portraits,
but where is that self?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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