inhale...exhale...relax your shoulders...repeat as often as needed

Sunday, January 15, 2012

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some of the golden flecks on the formica countertops have been 
wiped away with age.
the vegetable bins in the fridge are held together with
medical tape.
if someone wants to take a shower, the kitchen faucet is
off limits.
the house heaves just a bit in the wild winds coming up the valley.
the living spaces are awkward.
the denim sofa has faded to a pale grey.

but the view is amazing and the lure 
is irresistible to friends and family, both.

wherever i am in the world, whatever i am doing,
i have a longing,
and such a sense of place

i think i am a homing pigeon.
(please, don't anyone tell henry.
there could be trouble).

5 comments:

  1. ha ha
    but I understand this longing for place
    among other things

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  2. This made my heart ache a little, but then at the end you made me smile. This photo poem is perfect. It really moved me.

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  3. It sounds absolutely perfect and so beautifully described.

    And I won't tell Henry!

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