think thick and tall,
think bold and brawl, run through and around, attack the ground, softly, swiftly, over rhythm and sound. you reach in, you grab me. i keep looking, i keep just staying, still. singing, softly.
you run over, you sommersault over, you come closer and slow down and bring your face right up next to my face and you open your eyes wide and you lean in and down and look straight at
and i turn over, curl in, curl up, roll around, a tight ball, and i slip out a crack in the hill and slip down and through into an entirely different ocean, an entirely different PLACE, this one full of thick air and fog, full of strange smells and orange light. the sun is setting and i shiver.
Mar 22, 2011
Mar 12, 2011
summer 1993
what do you think i am supposed to be doing?
she jumps down, gets under, around and beside the kidney shaped swimming pool, digging tunnels through backyards, over fences, across tree branches, and down to the cool grass of a sloping lawn. she breaths in deep and pauses. she looks around, down the hill to the marshy area by the fence, then across the sky to the hills, and the lake, and mountains beyond. bees buzz by in the warm air, the still warm air. unusually still air.
she tumbles down, rolling and somersaulting and twisting, wrapped in cardboard, on top of plastic in the snow, getting grass stains.
she lands but doesn't
suspended in mid air
she jumps down, gets under, around and beside the kidney shaped swimming pool, digging tunnels through backyards, over fences, across tree branches, and down to the cool grass of a sloping lawn. she breaths in deep and pauses. she looks around, down the hill to the marshy area by the fence, then across the sky to the hills, and the lake, and mountains beyond. bees buzz by in the warm air, the still warm air. unusually still air.
she tumbles down, rolling and somersaulting and twisting, wrapped in cardboard, on top of plastic in the snow, getting grass stains.
she lands but doesn't
suspended in mid air
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