inspired by Steve Veilleux's 'Invasion'
i'd put the small child i once was in a bundle of grass, rocks & mud
& give it to the river. the moment it sinks, a doll shrine will come
floating with its song about hands. endless, tiny hands gripping
grief over the departed while i walk through water, thighs cold
against red currents. where all want is lost. & lost again.
and the grass bits float away downstream. beautiful images in your words
ReplyDeleteGlad I was able to inspire with the picture - of course, you provide a powerful imagery all on your own.
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