this version of me is standing

somewhere in that space between

existence and being,

staring into the sunset

from the banks of the hudson river.

the heavy air is warm and smells like dirt,

she blows bubbles into the breeze

until it is too dark to see them shine.

a woven blanket lies beneath

her long and wispy cotton skirt and

her boots, so tough they feel dangerous.

she slides it from under and

lies back to connect with earth.

with grass to her cheek

and joint to her lips,

she dreams upstream

and waits for it to come.


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jingle
    May 25, 2011 @ 01:37:56

    brilliant lines,

    you are inspiring,

    keep it up.


  2. wolfsrosebud
    May 23, 2011 @ 10:20:13

    It’s lines like this, “she blows bubbles into the breeze” that kept me reading! I was there in the middle of your words, along the Hudson.


  3. Jingle
    Mar 28, 2011 @ 20:18:34

    bless her..

    stunning imagery.


  4. yonderboy
    Mar 17, 2008 @ 21:56:18

    this version of you is stunning 🙂


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