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| photo by Alin Gabriel © |
we were what we thought of ourselves
instantaneous shrinky-dink-ed
rear view mirror dangled
participles and the partitions of falling
you said leap first and i did
and all i heard was echoed laughter
and screamed joys
of "we're flying to the bottom of this"
oh what sweet bliss
is this that we follow
fallow no more
we're worms
singing split us in two
and we will grow again
into me and you right here where
we were what we thought of ourselves
EJR ©
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ReplyDeleteThank You ... I find certainty times my vulnerable and skips stones upon a glass smooth lake under moonlight ...
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DeleteYeah looks like some sort of berber shag or fleece from rag made to feel like lambs ears ... soft to tell the Moon and her hair, never leaves us wanting when we are cradling all the why(s) like she is ...
Deleteskinny marina
kitchen sink full of fishes
no oil left we'll poach
dippy doohickey
the ghosts play on Friday night
game on in background
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RycEOlAyuXs
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DeleteWe literally made rear view dangling shrinky dinks and other strung charms ... I collected the monster ones ...(wish I never opened them now but what fun is having a toy as a kid if you're not going to play with it) ... as an adult I now buy two of every toy I want ... playrooms the post toddler ones, and with each season came a new carpet of pile polyester wispy shag soft and in different colors like the foam mats scattered about bean bags and other things we leaned back in watching Scooby Doo etc ... yeah those were the days ...
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Deletethis is a lovely image and feels like home to me...except I don't laugh I simply sigh...in the valley I call home.
ReplyDeleteThank You and sighing can be the sweetest kind of exhale sometimes ...
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