[…]
My head carries the sound of tap-dancing through puddles.
One slow stab of wonder until I get to sleep again.
I think the trees are firework taxidermy.
A steady reminder of celebration and light.
How quiet.
I’m a collapsing house.
Come collect me.
[…]
~ Dalton Day, “Stepping Out of Sorrow,” published in Souvenir
Notes:
- Poem: Souvenir (via O My Enemy)
- Photo: Takahiro Bessho in National Geographic Photo Contest – Through the Golden Road – Takashima City, Shiga Prefecture, Japan (via Exercice de Style)
Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
Saturday morning ….. Ahhh!
How does one tap dance in a puddle?
On your tip toes and with finesse
This must be America, where the streets are paved with gold.
No, technically not. All Japan.
Now there’ll be masses of applications for Japanese citizenship.
Ha!