Friday, February 21, 2014



I'm drinking coffee and devouring the sun. I'm contemplating, uncomfortably, last night's conversation with the teenager about grades, about technology, about disappointment and distractions, about what the hell we're all doing on this decaying planet. Sleep was something tossed at me last night, and if my bed were a person, she'd laugh as she swung a bat. A home run! the crowd would cheer, and I'd be the one who reached high, so high it hurt but not high enough.




Ladies and Gentlemen of A.D. 2088

4 comments:

  1. Such a beautiful poem, here. Elizabeth. YOU knock me out of the park.

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  2. I'm not surprised that contemplating the future leaves you sleepless! As the Buddhists say, Be Here Now. :)

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  3. That is truly an amazing photograph! I'm obsessed with it!!

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