Take down these dreams
like maps well creased, faded
small towns at the fold-lines
all but smudged away. Trace
routes with your fingers—
tender as a lover, regardless
as an army—to those deep rivers
of your blood it matters not
what eyes and feet once knew.
Oh my, that first line especially grabbed me.
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Thanks, so nice to hear from you!
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Well, I never go very far for long!
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Beautiful! And sad … perfect.
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Definitely feeling a little sad, and chaotic. House is in boxes, and we leave here in less than a week. Thanks for the cheering words. 🙂
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Hope you are settling ok!!
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Ah, getting there, thanks!
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This is perfection! Beautiful work.
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I needed those sweet words, thank you.
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Lovely! And I know how you feel. My favourite is “faded small towns at the fold lines all but smudged away.” What a visual!
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