Trains of Thought
The Great Escape – Intensive Journal Writing

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Will the bones beneath my feet
look up at me and start to sing?
Will they tell me who they were, their favorite colors, their favorite foods?
I think the bones beneath are fast asleep, they won’t wake up, I think they dream
But the marble that we leave above their heads
speak so loudly
it’s enough to wake the dead.

Photo A.M Moscoso

Photo A.Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso