Notes

Singing Over Bones-

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

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