"...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
Love the mystery in this photo, along with the prefect quote!
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you back to regular blogging, Lori!
I so cherish your photos and your amazingly apt poem shreds.
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