Wednesday, April 2, 2014

The Doldrums

The Doldrums

Today the bus stop came apart around me
and was hauled away

as unceremoniously as a jacket
removed in the heat

This is no longer a place even though you
are standing in it

Someone will tell you this and they are
clearly and adorably wrong

A kite is not only a kite where there is wind
A kite can exist in the doldrums

3 comments

  1. What a wonderful image. All that pink!

    "This is no longer a place even though you / are standing in it": quite a deep feeling of dis-location in that.

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  2. Love it. I'm feeling wind and stillness afterward.

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  3. I am the kite. :)
    Thanks Hannah, again & always.

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