Friday, April 15, 2011

Meditation



I remember the house that we rented
in the field of grass
her short hair and the other's long
I walked to the bus, kicking up dirt
You kept one ear pressed to the floor, 
and we laughed when they screamed
the spindles of the bed, the white sheets.                                                   


5 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

This is so painfully beautiful, Elizabeth! Are these words yours?

Autism Mom Rising said...

Beautiful. Has the quality of a dream, stream of consciousness yet with clear direction.

Elizabeth said...

Ms. Moon -- Yes, they're mine. And thank you!

Autism Mom -- Thank you!

deb colarossi said...

oh, this is so wonderful , Elizabeth

Leslie said...

you are a gifted poet.

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