postcard from chicago (august 8, 2009)
(front)
Windows tiled for miles seen through sunbeamed air you could ring out over the sink.
(back)
unexpected missing
(heart open)
wishing
i knew how
(to tell you)
i just keep going.
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(front)
Windows tiled for miles seen through sunbeamed air you could ring out over the sink.
(back)
unexpected missing
(heart open)
wishing
i knew how
(to tell you)
i just keep going.
{front}
a stack of dusty, tattered-edged rescued postcards wrapped with string that encases whispered missings of long ago...
{back}
a moment to breathe in the quiet
a decision to dance in your life
a belief in you
a bouquet of hope
a smile reflected
a heart open to the world
this is what i wish for you.
(front)
Sunshine orange happy susans perfect mountain pose amidst droplets of drink.
(back)
avenue
just
town
quiet
why
hamlet
on the board they went until we ran out of letters and his usual eeyore luck changed as he placed the "x" spelling "ox".
(front)
Brown hair in two braids, head tipped back, you can almost hear the laughter as the little girl finds glee standing ankle deep in the midst of the colors and noise and bodies at the beach.
(back)
The rhythm of his breath
The wind winds through oaks
Car whips past, now two
Fan turns turns turns
My foot slips through blue sheets
A voice outside, now two
He turns away from the light
Quiet...
Finding me now
Inhale
Exhale
The rhythm of this life