paul gauguin |
bathing in diamonds
a child of fire, bathing
in diamonds. golden water on
a clear night. bare
mountains in the fire and in
the bath, a ridge crowned
with the blaze of diamonds,
cursed with bathwater
and the breath of gold.
the night is blessed.
the fire child is blessed.
every moment is a gift.
now the child, still burning, steps
out onto the rusted shore,
dripping diamonds,
dripping gold,
dripping fire.
even the water is burning.
james lee jobe
photographer unknown |
the highway that you hoped for
the prints of the fingers are a tiny highway with a high toll
lined by flowers and the sounds of children playing in a courtyard
say something
say toll booth
say tag you're it
this highway is far longer than your finger
and your dreams are more expensive than any toll
a hawk sits naked in a cedar tree waiting for you
beneath this tree the earth overlaps
with the noise of your humanity
the sounds of you living your own life
your fingers are clenched in a fist
and the children have fallen silent
this isn't the highway that you had hoped fo,
but friend
this is damn well the highway that you are on
james lee jobe
albane simon |
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