You crossed my husband's path today, still small
yet without mum. When you were foraging
our maple woods, did you expect to see
the fireworks tonight? Poor thing. I watched
Steele Hill's spectacular tucked safe behind
glass panes and plaster board. I wonder if
you pressed your face in saturated loam
to hide from SPARK and BOOM--or if you stood
atop our granite clearing flanked by ferns
to watch those crazy stars come out to play.
4 comments:
Enjoyment.
You love NH.
Many thanks...
...and how can you tell? ;-)
I love this line:
you pressed your face in saturated loam
:)
Thanks, J1. That means a lot coming from you!
This was my first attempt at a poetic travel piece. It's quite a challenge compared to structuring the day's events in prose. But you know me and a good challenge...
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