Thursday, May 27, 2010

Cab / clouds

"...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


marja-leena said...

Love the mystery in this photo, along with the prefect quote!

Glad to see you back to regular blogging, Lori!

jarvenpa said...

I so cherish your photos and your amazingly apt poem shreds.