the years roll on,
one in front of the other,
and i wonder
if you still smoke those short cigarettes
and close your eyes gently with the first hit of dark spanish tobacco,
if you paint at an open sea-facing window,
if you drink your coffee sweet and midnight black,
if you ever,
do you ever,
let yourself remember…
what if we looked at one another with peace
and with friendship
and with gratitude
and with empathy
and with kindness
what would the world look like then?
with them,
i remember who i am
underrated: naps with friends
in her dreams, his warmth permeated the frigid air and melted years of indifference
“Arthur had urged her to plunge her feet in a deep, swiftly running mountain stream to feel the rhythm of the water. Something about the proper young scholar suggested that he was not the free spirit he seemed to be. Georgia had kept her stockings on.”
from the book, O’Keeffe & Stieglitz, An American Romance, by Benita Eisler
versions and versions
of you and of me
and of this and of that
and of when
it was us and then
we were them
she had always been his shelter
They run like lightning, with Juliet throwing her entire body on his, mid-run. He is strong and gives it back. They use their teeth in light biting or “mouthing”, never clamping down to cause pain. Occassionally, Juliet will snap at Roman, he either ignores her or snaps (in a much kinder way) in return, which makes her back away and take a break. They separate while playing and seek shade and distance. Then they come together again and the chasing and body slamming resumes. Sometimes they just lay together and rest.
Watching them play is one of my greatest pleasures and it makes me understand how much i have yet to understand.
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