Outsider: Minnie Evans

Now, because of you, symmetry and asymmetry
      interest me equally.
Paints tinting the cisterns in which they mix
slosh and overflow, but you
      tend the garden gate.
You are so celestially symmetrical that if
you have a sun rising from the sea on the left
in your picture, you’ll put the echo of a sun
rising out of the same ocean on the right,
an island for their hub.

You draw portraits of spirits, mount them
on suit-box board and carry the crowd as a deck.
Those little wraith faces in leaves and fruit,
      cherrylike.
Or heads in urns, one face channeling fire into
      the mind above.