Amazing post that deserves a re-post (or is that riposte?), that deserves thought (and consideration).
And most of all compassion.
And most of all love.
And most of all with a smile, with a clap of the hands, and a shout.
(You can shout hallelujah if you want.)
Crack, crack, crack
it open!
My heart shaped like
a unicorn
a swan
a squirrel in sombrero.
Turn, turn, turn
me around!
Give me a spin
a try
a kiss
I want to be opened.
There is glitter, I promise you.
And candy,
the good kind.
Window down
on another perfect night.
And I was singing with
the my own songs,
driving through
my neighborhood.
Love, love, love…
I love this part of Awe-stin.
Bungalows and neon signs.
It reminds me of my past.
Love, love, love…
Small houses and neon signs
in 1970s Richardson.
And I’m a kid again.
Singing in the wind.
Love, love, love…
Pictures taken in Highland – Brentwood – Allandale
La Madrague is playing…
I don’t know what it means,
but I see painted toenails
tickling the surface of water,
and I want to wander
with my arms spread,
painted fingernails
brushing at the arms of air.
And I’m in a long dress…
which a short girl should never wear,
but I don’t care what the papers say
I am having a La Madrague day.
Whatever it means.
