Personal Landscapes
“Personal Landscapes” by Nancy Ballard
I don’t know this woman, this artist.
How, then, could she paint
These vivid likenesses
Of my life?
Was she there
At the campfires with my family,
My father laying each stick
As precisely as a painter’s stroke;
At Girl Scout campouts with ‘Smores,
Where I never quite belonged?
I should have worn a red dress to play pool.
More concerned then with fitting in,
Wearing flannel like the guys.
Find here on these walls
Bold images reflecting
Concurrent lives.