Adriana.K.Maxwell
Hollow tree, full of wishes and memories, bark-jagged mailbox for children to look for fairy gifts and dream of trees that walk and tell the history of the world
Join together, family singing, hands together, warmth through hands and hearts
Wet leaf glistens, drop hovering right on the edge before it falls, crashing into the thirsty dandelion and an ant scurries away
Top of the world, top of the morning, steadying breath, feeling the wind, feeling my heartbeat, trying to prepare before jumping off, letting the sky catch me
Warm, soft light comes gentle. He lays in the sun, Nali curled up against him, body vibrating with the peace of the day.
Cut right through, separating skin, sometimes hesitance is cruelty, best to get it over and done with, know and cut surely, with precision, sometimes you can't control the pain, only how long it lasts
Roll out of bed, stretch over your head, go out to refill the feeder, the birds have been busy at it, finishing it in two days. I thought some birds were bullying starlings, only to look it up and find out they were their children, rushing at them with their mouths open yelling at their parents to feed them even when the food was right in front of them.
Beat the drum, make the gongs clang and the feet dance, round and round we sway, arms out, feet tapping, heartbeat of life
Write sentences spilling from my pencil, curvy cursive and thin handwriting upright, on post-its, on notebooks with doodles and characters in the margins
Spin, the best part of dancing is the twirl with the right skirt whirling out, your clothes emphasizing your motions.
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