Photo Freewrite – Week 14

4/1/20

This perfect friend. Someone who moved right up against me in a flagrant display of connection but didn’t need a single word of conversation. Someone made from the sun on my back.

Sometimes it is less unfurl and more unhinge. Less bloom and more burst. Less flower and more fever.

4/3/20

I bend my knees, narrow my eyes and make a diorama of the real world. On a narrow city block, my horizon grows wide with wild. A muddy river flows along the lush green of its far bank. A gurgling stream merges into it, hidden beneath a canopy of mossy trees. The sky is full of birdsong. The air is freshly washed.

4/4/20

At first, you don’t know how to be. You don’t even know how you want to be. You bust out with a bit of organized chaos. Then get tired and try tender. You play with bright but shy. Uncertainty undoes you every time. And then you try surrender.

4/5/20

My favorite park is everybody’s favorite around here. So instead, I walk down streets I haven’t been down in decades. I walk to the very end of the dead ends. I slop through muddy, potholed passages barely trying to be streets. I stop and look up.

4/6/20

Some days can be lightened with blocks full of magnolia blooms and parents playing with their kids. Some days a tear-shaped hole in the hood of a burnt-out car is a perfect match for everything else.

4/7/20

Night arrives. Ducks move from sky to water with a clean slice. The moon teases in and out of the clouds and the park sighs with a satisfied exhaustion. We circle the reservoir like an almost forgotten ritual, marking the end of another unnamed day.

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