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Allysa
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In an upside-down garden

0 posted 2007-05-17 12:08 PM


Fingers split to take it in,
through the window of a minivan,
the brother holds,
with shaking hands,
a camera that he never raised

And she, she asked me,
what's it like?
I see it when I close my eyes,
and try
to place myself in pictures,
with water over me

My toes have touched,
each city street
with murk and dirt,
I've rinsed my feet
Careful never to avoid
Any of the stains

This city's seeping through my hands.

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1 posted 2007-05-17 05:44 PM


And she's going as ignored as your remarkable poem...

Yanno? I am just getting to where I can go "out there".

I feel like I went to sleep and woke up in another country...



Thanks lovie, I do not feel so all alone when I read you.

suthern
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2 posted 2007-05-22 12:16 PM


I understand never raising that camera... I never raised mine either... When images burn on your brain, you don't need pictures to remember... and taking them of the destruction and decay seems almost a desecration.

Excellent!!!!

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