the shores at buckingham
they’re turning the lights off one by one
first the fountains
then the boats are sent away
the rugs have been pulled from under the volleyball courts
so that the sand is left naked
it won’t be long until the dust will fall on it all
burying our sails
burying our spouts
while we wrestle all winter, longing to be unfolded
longing to be spit through
first the fountains
then the boats are sent away
the rugs have been pulled from under the volleyball courts
so that the sand is left naked
it won’t be long until the dust will fall on it all
burying our sails
burying our spouts
while we wrestle all winter, longing to be unfolded
longing to be spit through
posted by Stephanie Willis, LCPC, CADC @ 23:59
3 Comments:
I like your purple. It really pops on the dark background. As for me and my giddiness, it's A LOT of things - a lot of things finally going right. It's been a dark year and seeing the sun is such a blessing, I can't even explain. All I can do is be giddy.
mild winters.
Thats all I'm going to say
que triste! but bring on the lights! CHICAGOWEEN!
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