Faces Round and Rosy
An ekphrastic poem
Nov 6 · 1 min read

Folks spill out the door as
Eva turns to Katherine and her
plain face splits with laughter.
Henry has stolen a pastry —
he savors the sweet pap
so unlike every breakfast
morning at home. Thom’s
oldest sons carry the feast
on a barn door taken
from its hinges, saying


