When I felt wings growing under my skin,
I fed myself another snow cone. I made
an architecture of summer clouds and
paper. In this scaffold, I turned into
a Valkyrie. Someday, I will shriek
forbidden words about claw machines
and bumper cars, horses seen from
car windows, the inevitability of fall,
everything passing, passing like
my old, soft, sun-loving self.
2 thoughts on “Everything Passing”
‘Horses seen from car windows’ nice line!
Thank you, Phil! We did some car travel this summer, and I kept pointing out horses to my kids. 🙂