she had wings
and it didn’t matter
one bit
that she had
no head
for figures
he figured
he could
trim her feathers
keep her
grounded
nmDavis
she had wings
and it didn’t matter
one bit
that she had
no head
for figures
he figured
he could
trim her feathers
keep her
grounded
nmDavis
May 2016 . nmDavis . Marissa Rec. Area
spring evening 2016
the sun was hot
but not the air
it was just right
the breeze
taking a breath
and then
blowing again
across the lake
and through my hair
and for a moment
almost believing
i belonged there
image: photo taken at the lower lake at the marissa rec area. illinois. may 2016
no trespassing…
it must be expressed
i guess
even though
i already know
that it’s not my place
within this space
i already know
this is so
and yet
i bet
if i did go
inside
i would not need to
hide
my face
Image: photo taken in New Athens, Illinois . 2016
people do not fit in boxes
they fit into skin
only dead folks can be put into boxes
image . by nancy marie davis 2016
he once said outloud
with a strong
sure
voice
“those are buttermilk clouds”
i did not doubt him
for i loved the sound
of the words
that i heard
before
now
his voice is weak
and barely heard
above the sound of the
oxygen machine
now
he is hooked-up
in a solitary way
the food
the tube
entering through skin
into his stomach
no more hunger
now
only death can
release him
from the pain
the thorn
in his side
is breath
Photo ~ taken just outside of St. Libory, Illinois, on the way back from Indiana. Which was a trip to see the man that told me of buttermilk clouds.. The grandfather of my daughters and my ex-husband’s father. May 2, 2016.
Nancy
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