“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

7.17.2013

he left for a week and she planted flowers


he needed space, and time to think it over,
and she needed the dirt under her fingernails.
he was in the car, driving west;
she was in the sun, facing the shadows.  

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from one window in my house i can see the growth of tomato plants side by side with the flowers, and i wonder if it has helped.  she hits the bbq joints with girlfriends on saturday nights and seems okay, but i hope she sneaks a cigarette when he's not looking, he so full of rules and all, all those rules being hers to follow.   

she will offer him a bite of something her tears helped water, and he will buy roses wrapped in plastic, picked up at the last moment on his way past the grocery store.

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all i need is a window.  the stories are everywhere.

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5 comments:

  1. Powerful; more so than Rear Window. Haunting images.

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    1. what would i do without your kind words? you make me want to write more. muchas gracias.

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  2. yes. i keep telling you that you have stories. i am so glad to see your words here again. :)

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    1. you do. i know you must think i don't listen, but i do. :) xoxo

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  3. me too. i am glad to see the words again. the stories...ah, the stories the words tell.
    in fondest of thoughts, tilda

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