Saturday, August 6, 2022

Riding Home

Riding Home
Trompe-l'œil L’Assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones  ©2022
Original artwork available at Gallery 322

    Riding north to Frederick City; my old mare moves slowly across the trestle bridge. Her pace is just enough to lift a breeze above the dust, and her hooves, on the wood planks, lilt a lullaby rhythm.

    An hour past dawn, on independence day; a fog façade rises from the calm Monocacy river waters. A fog like five hundred campfires; morning meals of ghost soldiers from the war before this war. And I, alone, am riding home.

~ Michael Douglas Jones
 Parcel №12