Weeping Windows

Driving can be an art, too
Especially from the passenger side
where the follicles of tree trunks are open to be combed
and the brambles are open to be trimmed
into the forms of moose, absent gravestones, and gaudy arms
Museums of identity
"The politics of remembering and forgetting" are of no consequence here
Where the mustard fields are your blank pages
and the pine needles fall into their inky place



craigd64 said...

These are really good works Emily

you keep improving

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