Both the interior and ex, and all that I
am or dreamed I could be are bound
up in you. The scent of Damson plums
brings the feel of your arms around me
and the way your lips felt as they trailed
up inside my wrist. Starlight falling over
the shoreline where the foam fizzes
fully and the shells are gems tucked
in the sand make me think of you too.
I can’t help wondering, do you wonder
about me?
(Yours is the landscape of my youth by
Elizabeth Bachinsky from her poem
Valley from her book Home of Sudden
Service)
Photo: The Pinnacle nr Pequea, PA
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