[…]
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)
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
Saturday morning ….. Ahhh!
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How does one tap dance in a puddle?
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On your tip toes and with finesse
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This must be America, where the streets are paved with gold.
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No, technically not. All Japan.
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Now there’ll be masses of applications for Japanese citizenship.
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Ha!
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