was she even there?

 

and do you think I could see her,

feel her

smell her?

do you think I could find her

flower-eyed

softness,

her flowing pelt,

her intrepid glee…?

I heard her purring,

permeating,

beneath me

I am sure,

within my  own blossoming pages…

still….

was she even there

or

was she just a wisp

a climbing, fleeting moment

of undue grace…   ?

meant to be

absorbed

 

dissolved

tasted

but

never

written

down

photo

 

 

 

18 thoughts on “was she even there?”

  1. Clearly she was there, because she left exquisite little word-shaped footprints on your blog.

    I suspect my wispy thing has packed up and moved to Australia as well. Maybe you’ve seen her?

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