tonight's sliver moon
The light is fading into outdoor chirps and whistles; the fan hums determinedly. This morning I made whole-wheat blueberry pancakes for our monday breakfast, and tonight the sky is metamorphosing into berry blue again, blushing near the horizon and ignoring everything far above where stars are already winking.
I have been eating watermelon all day in thick decadent slices.
The polaroid above shook slightly from my heartbeat through my hands as the shutter was opened a little longer than usual in the dusk ~ I guess I could say my heartbeat is a double moon.
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5 comments:
oh i love that last sentence brooke. :)
"I guess I could say my heartbeat is a double moon."
- pure magic. love love love this sentiment. you have such a captivating and lyrical way with words.
That last line is a poem ~ so is the polaroid. x
your words are always so full of poetry. as is this photo.
thank you ladies. :)
I'm sorry I have been rotten about getting back to your comments! ~ know that I treasure each one.
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