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29 de Septiembre 2009
visitation
she asks if there is anything she can
bring
I think first of the tree under her nest:
of the tiny maple,
the dwarf lemon
but most tenderly
the tall olive tree
(a mere branch leaning down across the soil
when she brought it home bowing, like a blessing
to her lover)
bring a branch from the olive tree, my dove:
my heart has been afloat too long now.
When you arrive, carry in your mouth the proof,
tell me
there are trees again
bursting from the horizon.
Tell me silently that the earth reaches out her arborized hands, and leafy fingers,
hoping to hold you up, proudly (loving your tiny toes curving around her fingers)
where you perch and play
and perform your miracles.
If there is solid ground again, a place to make a home,
I know you will tell me and you will bring a bit of it
wordlessly, weightlessly
leave leaves with me, my peace, my piece of home.
just in case | By crymytinyflood | 9:43 AM
Comments
you did! as soon as i saw the felted bookmark, i knew everything was going to be all right.
Posted by: abisnail at 12 de Octubre 2009 a las 09:32 AM
and thank you. i hope i brought it.
Posted by: jfv at 10 de Octubre 2009 a las 10:32 PM
sigh. i miss you.
Posted by: abigail at 5 de Octubre 2009 a las 08:17 PM
I had a dream about you last night.
Posted by: emile at 29 de Septiembre 2009 a las 11:46 PM
