Thursday

keep

don't leave the leaves untouched
please
crinkle them in your
bare hands like
old love
letters

until the smell, the very stench of autumn permeates your skin and
that is all
you want or
could ever want
at this moment

at least

and i have learned
that stark yellows against
shivering
blues
makes
shimmering
things

and heals.

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love after love

The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...

Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.

~Derek Walcott

bring it on back

and i am telling you..

i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.

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