glittering mangoes and steel avocados,
this world means everything to us. spirals
of words feed like ribbons into the sun.
closed eyes, sepia photographs, heartbeats:
such are the fragments of One Love. a dream:
once pink wisps of cloud, now i'm screaming
out loud, in white boxes, that you i they we
melt like a dripping chocolate ice cream
onto all our loopy sidewalks and ways,
our days melt into the brilliance of a red
sunset behind a bobbing, shy blue ocean.
for eyes to see, ears to hear, mouths to speak,
hands to write, for all the mediums through
which love waves travel, the limits undefined;
We will never know the summit of the cerulean sky.
this world means everything to us. spirals
of words feed like ribbons into the sun.
closed eyes, sepia photographs, heartbeats:
such are the fragments of One Love. a dream:
once pink wisps of cloud, now i'm screaming
out loud, in white boxes, that you i they we
melt like a dripping chocolate ice cream
onto all our loopy sidewalks and ways,
our days melt into the brilliance of a red
sunset behind a bobbing, shy blue ocean.
for eyes to see, ears to hear, mouths to speak,
hands to write, for all the mediums through
which love waves travel, the limits undefined;
We will never know the summit of the cerulean sky.
Mohini, you've presented some beautiful images in words in the last 100 days and I've so enjoyed reading them.
ReplyDeletethank you so much susan. this has been such an incredible project/summer, and i'm so glad we were all part of it together :)
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