In dreams I wander through the realms

Of convex mirrors, breaking glass

To find the shattered remnants pull

Together forming a flaneur

Like me who only wants to write

His name in water. Hand and hand

That feel like glass, they smear their sweat

And trace the letters of their self—

But one of them writes it backwards.

Read John Ashbery’s poetic ekphrasis of the painting above here.