postcards.

04 August 2011
postcards.
moments remembered from other homes.
pain au chocolate, marigolds, damp rising after rain,
yeast, cobblestones, green trees and vines.
are here,
real,
and mingle with the new.

the new ready and waiting to record
with each step ahead and yet,
one foot sits still propped, on a coffee table, at home
talking with mom,
dad,
sister,
of the plans underway.

A map, useless then, to see the ground.
And now? So much more to be.
A city to walk.
Here,
now,
still carrying then along.
One foot walks a new ground.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful! Love ya Shelby! m

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