Comments about Jessica Marshall
Trains Steam By...
Trains steam by, their smoke breaking her calm visage:
Eyebrows manifest themselves into being.
House lights glow brightly in the darkness:
Eyes are burning through the night.
A boulder, cracked, yet strong and steady lies:
Her long and crooked nose is statuesque.
A line of white Billy Goats dance in song and pattern:
Teeth become real, and the hills are smiling.
Her face becomes real,
And she is beautiful.