Sunday, September 2, 2018

Her Valentine

She doesn’t want to be just a good girl
Or a good animal
Or a good stone
 
She wants to be a gem
Or a pelicano
Or an avatar of rain
 
Each time she returns
With this thought in mind
She works on one of the details
 
Many weeks spent
In the torment of joy
Things coming together falling apart
 
But on Saturdays she swims
She comes back to her essential lightheartedness
Diving into the deep sea alone

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