we resort to empty fields of grass
and call them our safe places.
my home is where a young beagle chases butterflies around her circle of dirt past the clothesline
and an old German shepherd refuses
the idea of privacy
and comforts me when my mother’s old Victorian house is too big for comfort.
we form bouquets from roadside wildflowers.
from susies, queen Anne’s lace and half-naked dandelions.
the front room is first to catch the eastern sun.
My grandmother leaves flowers on the window sill
and i can hear bumblebees from my bedroom.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC
we resort to empty fields of grass
and call them our safe places.
my home is where a young beagle chases butterflies around her circle of dirt past the clothesline
and an old German shepherd refuses
the idea of privacy
and comforts me when my mother’s old Victorian house is too big for comfort.
we form bouquets from roadside wildflowers.
from susies, queen Anne’s lace and half-naked dandelions.
the front room is first to catch the eastern sun.
My grandmother leaves flowers on the window sill
and i can hear bumblebees from my bedroom.
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