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i. afterwards, we pulled our sweaters
over our heads and
went out into the rain, and it came
down on us with salt on its breath.
this sort of thing doesn't happen
every day, y'know, you don't just wake up
and decide where you're going to be.
ii. we filled our pockets with
pebbles and driftwood and
made idols in the dirt and goddesses
smiled down on us. we named
birds after them.
iii. up came the wind. it rolled
the water to our feet in strips of
white foam. bones from the sea
were washed up next to us.
over our heads and
went out into the rain, and it came
down on us with salt on its breath.
this sort of thing doesn't happen
every day, y'know, you don't just wake up
and decide where you're going to be.
ii. we filled our pockets with
pebbles and driftwood and
made idols in the dirt and goddesses
smiled down on us. we named
birds after them.
iii. up came the wind. it rolled
the water to our feet in strips of
white foam. bones from the sea
were washed up next to us.
april 13, 2011
© 2011 - 2024 pagan-poetess
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there's such a warmth in this, mixed with easy playfulness and a kind of reverence....it's neat reading stuff like this "today" and not from some old poetry book..