And so here I am,
skimming over the sunset,
trail blazing through cloud cover,
hurtling towards Reykjavik,
peeling a boiled egg
from the black chickens
I left behind in my backyard in Maine,
which I had the foresight
to boil before I left,
passengers staring at me,
as though I were
one of those village women
one spots occasionally
on provincial buses
heading nowhere
and somewhere...
skimming over the sunset,
trail blazing through cloud cover,
hurtling towards Reykjavik,
peeling a boiled egg
from the black chickens
I left behind in my backyard in Maine,
which I had the foresight
to boil before I left,
passengers staring at me,
as though I were
one of those village women
one spots occasionally
on provincial buses
heading nowhere
and somewhere...
With you gone, it feels like there's a large hole in this little island. Wishing you great success and adventures!
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ReplyDeleteLaima, your adventure continues! Best of luck!
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