"...she asks him to tell her about that place.
She sits facing him.
Waiting for the first vocalic, non-stops,
the push of air from his lips.
He tells her of the place where clouds are formed."
From "The Place Where Clouds Are Formed" by Ofelia Zepeda
2 comments:
Love the mystery in this photo, along with the prefect quote!
Glad to see you back to regular blogging, Lori!
I so cherish your photos and your amazingly apt poem shreds.
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