(story)
Every morning, with
exactly seven squeezes
of lemon in my tea
I feel like every child
who has ever dreamed
of being free
(start)
and although the future
turns out differently
than it used to be
everything is still birthed
and broken, cracked
open--I still believe
(stutter)
I... still try... for love
--here on the ground
we... could be... become
a surround... a vast tent...
a tenderness for children as they
throw their arms to the sky
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Pic: The Red Cedar from the woods behind L's house. It's funny how things get into our heads. I've always liked pictures of the water, but as I was taking this photo, I could hear Engie saying somewhere how she always wants to photograph reflections.
6 comments:
Love this poem paired with your picture caption. I was thinking so much about intertextuality during NaBloPoMo, and this is a great example
What a glorious photo and beautiful poem.
Nice.
My favorite lines: "and although the future/turns out differently/than it used to be." So true!
As you know, I love the photo so much. I love that we live relatively far away from one another, but we have this common(ish) view!
Thank you, friends <3.
NGS--I think we live relatively *close* to each other and share stuff like weather patterns and events!
I guess "relative to what" is the key here :).
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