PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL:
Waiting
Inside the puddle's stainwhere the setting sun rises,a boy climbs the branches of the tree,and a bird can be heardas it skips from limb to limbat a shallow edge
inside the puddle's stainwhere the winds are zephyrs,a mother takes laundry from the linethinks forgotten thoughtsof the parcel on the postman's wagonwhere the water is deep
inside the puddle's stainwhere a light behind the window glowsthe woman sits still illuminedbeside her folded linensas the boy leaps and landsin the middle of the dark stain
Inside the puddles splash
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4 comments:
This image can tell a hundred stories, Ted, for sure.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! It's here.
Especially after one has been inside. What a mess! Alas, also structurally unsafe. I mostly just peeked.
So you went inside...
I went inside the house, not the puddle. Some rooms are very unsafe with gaping holes in the floor. The barns in back are burned.
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