I watched as you hung
our laundry; the shirts billowed
in the summer breeze
(laundry)
—
since that night alone
when i look into her eyes
I see the mountain
(mountain)
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As a side note, I’ve been getting a lot of views on these poems. I’d love it if someone would “photo reply”. I think that the visual arts and poetry go so hand-in-hand that we should encourage collaboration.
