old and rusted
i wonder about the day
when the child
left the bike here one last time
never to enter that tiny house again. .
“what do we leave behind when cross each frontier?
each moment seems split in two:
melancholy for what was left behind
and the excitement of entering a new land.”
after walking up to this truck
i wondered about all the stories it could tell
where it’s been, who it carried, what happened
no one knows for sure
all that’s left is to imagine.
what a ride it must have been!
“i like stories that leave you wanting more,
leave you wondering, but don’t tell you everything.”
ann arbor – summer 2018
an unbroken tiny egg found amidst my vine
“the present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.”
-zora neale hurston
in warmer days of not so long ago, kinders w and n, try to figure out how to blend the past with the present and the future.
Study the past, if you would divine the future. Confucius