Sunday, April 22, 2012

The art of noticing your life

(My poem appeared here)

It was the day we laughed so hard
we made the carnations bloom

I was four
it was cool

we were running like horses
a game of tag
happiness all balled up in our shoulders
shooting out of us in shrieks and bellows

I'm a tiger
she declared

and I decided I was too

an enlightened tiger
with nothing to do
but chase the wind

they say it whips you in the face
but this isn't how it works
if you run hard enough
the wind bores right into you

I don't remember anything else
except the smell of sand
sweet as cake

the wind carried the rest away.

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