I have secretly sewn smiles
into the hems of clothes
that get wet wading nearer
to you... so they will float
on down these hallways
... of dreams, of memory
rippling and in stillness,
their history of undoing
the heaviness of things
of even--yes--sweetness
its stickiness... catching
at skin and hair... circling
and scabbing selfishly, carrying
cells... cities... of light into me
my face resting in your palms--
cupped like a nest... like home
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Pic: I have a vision in my head for this little patch of garden--I love working in it, and I love spending time in it--especially reading on the bench under the (volunteer, sapling) tree. But it looks simultaneously scanty and overgrown. I should probably consult a proper landscaper.
6 comments:
That first stanza is absolutely gold, Maya!
I love your wild garden and I cannot wait to design my new one.
Beautiful.
Perfect
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Gillian, Sarah, and Chiconky!
Nicole, thank you! I am so excited for your new garden too :).
That first stanza is quite striking.
Thanks, StephLove!
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