Friday, December 28, 2018

Emily sat on her porch

Emily sat on her porch
in her silence she watched
bees on a warm day
and the square structure
of the porch beams
her travel destination
she did not know..
We might imagine how
these external passings
filled and then emptied
her trip within..
And we might know
that she did know
always the same
destination..after the
summer stations and
nature's buzzing had 
entered and departed..
She was then 
the luminosity
allowing her trip
on this sunny morning... 

(Emily Dickinson's porch
portrayed in the photos..)

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