You see the gold seeping through the cracks
A mind of matter in a blender
Stronger than the disrupt
Curve balls a specialty
God like a YoYo almost grazing the floor to pop back up in the knick of time
Cut the string
A bounce is better
Let in the Royal Flush
Sorbet or granita skies vanish behind the long range of mountains.
Neighborhood dogs talk to one another.
The clouds start to reflect lavender as they conclude the days’ light.
My favorite time. Anywhere in the world.
A hose swishes out cold water onto the crisp and dry country grass.
The last streaks of sunset wane in electric pink.
Wind chimes barely echo in pings and the leaves slightly sway and swivel.
Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts. Describe the ghosts that live in this house: Image credit: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic
Disheveled, weathered furniture sits stagnant inside the brick house with no glass left. The windows are long gone, the door blown open. Overgrown weeds attempt to consume the facade. Surrounding the house is the bright meadow that once offered promises of safety and hope. It’s expansive, open, light and breezy. Inside, the wind glides over the curves and corners, and out the other side. The floors are raw and bleached like beach wood. In the tiny kitchen, a broken wine glass lay scattered on the floor. Beneath it, a stark crimson stain taints the white wood floor.
My champagne shimmers and gleams in the sunlight as it swishes around the thin glass. My eyes focus in the distance on Sebastian, just getting out of the pool. He walks over and flops down onto the bottom of my chaise. Strands of espresso brown hair stick to his face and beads of water weigh down his eyelashes as he gazes into the blue sky.
“I can’t wait for sunset Mom!” He’s squinting his vibrant turquoise eyes, seeing the vast, turbulent ocean surrounding us as a rendering of magic, of endless opportunity; as he should.