Marcelle Sees Infinity

The postman’s daughter
Vincent painted five times–
quickly at first, eyes smooth
coal then blue
dark ocean depths under firm eyebrows.
Her background salty lemon then moss,
pouting red lips nearly round as her eyes
and cheeks, her bonnet-framed face.

Away from her mother
she grows serious, her hands
knots of uncooked dough
then tense buds on a white gown.