18 May 2013

still life



the other night, i drove to the hospital to pick robbie up from work. he had to stay late, so as dusk descended, i wandered about the surrounding streets. there were kids, jumping over sprinklers in small front yards, their moms watching on & exchanging gardening tips, and guessing at each other's birthdays. the houses were painted in alternating candy colors, ivy crawling up the sides of some. purple flowers flecked buzzing lawns. shut front windows cradled cats on display -- stretching and yawning in the evening light, but most were thrown open, gaping like dogs' mouths in warm, idle air. not the slightest breeze inched the flowers from their spots in pots and where they were planted in the grass where they posed like still life. as did i, walking in a slow, sunspot-lighted haze down a street i didn't live on, consumed in it but not a part of it. 

8 comments:

  1. Like your walk...very poetic!

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  2. why aren't you a writer on the side? I'd definitely read your novels/short stories/poetry.

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  3. I agree with ohsosavvy, I would read every word!

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  4. oh, oh sweet and beautiful is summer :)

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  5. golly gee, lady. i seem to end up liking all of your posts on bloglovin! i just can't help it. they are all so wonderful.

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