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Fiddling SeaDash off eachFiddling Sea by ~hhiste
let
ter even if the ink is
running low in the
pen because the words are conc
rete and build the world
to stretch the sky and give it blue
and make the water ripp
le out, radiating, as you make your
first steps running
ripples into the heart of
you to build:
a solid earth, a
swelling sea,
a swelling melody, an old man playing
the fiddle on his knee about the earth and
sea,
and give his years and his past
and who he was and loved, dashed off
in the marks we know, the currency
of dreamers and
faith
we can repay you, to compensate the
effort of an unfaltering hand:
one that can love itself as perhaps a Go
Roll the ColorTo the girl sitting in the nondescript office with a roll of unused color film in her pocket,Roll the Color by ~hhiste
who looks on everyone else's golden days as if they were any more real than hers now,
who attaches religious significance to photographs and dusty memorabilia and artifacts of bygone
ages when (at least for cameras) people stood only posing for that moment--
who believes that even now everyone else is living and shedding each golden breath on rolling film,
while She Herself is caught in the crosshairs of a broken cheap tourist-stop cracked lens camera,
life is grey even if she has a roll of color film and,
at least, isn't colorblind.
She isn't actua
Sta.sh
You are very, very welcome.
