“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

6.14.2012

not 6 feet under, but close enough

i passed her yesterday morning
in her robe -
not her good one -
a thin summer thing too small by a couple of sizes
faded pink.
shovel in hand
digging a hole right there in her front yard
next to the sidewalk
burying her nightmares from the night before
where she could step on them hard
when she went about her day.

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7 comments:

  1. oh my. this is fabulous writing. a sad story, but fabulous writing.

    i am going to carry this with me all day.

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  2. No photograph necessary on this one; every detail is vivid. Wonderfully wrapped at the end.

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  3. this morning i saw. she'd planted a rose bush. yellow roses. perfect to keep the nightmares at bay - a bit of sunshine in the darkness.

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  4. Hello, my old friend.

    You know how life gets busy and you stop visiting your favorite friends regularly?
    And then something sparks and you search them out?
    And you find that you love them as much as ever?
    That's me.
    And you.

    Hello, old friend.

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  5. what a thoroughly interesting write.
    i love it.
    but then, i always do.
    in fondest. tilda

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  6. Wow! Good for her, may her nightmares stay below the ground.

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