Saturday, September 11, 2010

Day 421:my mother

my mother is a waterfall of forgotten stories and homes
a basket of troubled histories
of stories never told
of all the parts we usually leave in the sand under our toenails
she is as silence as midwest thunder
the kind that can be felt in the floorboards
the kind that scares you
but you miss it when its been gone for long
like water
like thirst
like home

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