the stillness of steamy nights
revive harmonious crickets
envying people being people
with thier stories afloat
and my cameras has perfect memory
flawless captures
of scripts from the moment
about our truths from the past
all within its rectangles
"all of us" here "with our closed eyes
smelled the frangipani blossoms
in the big rectangles of open walls"
"flowers so sweet
they conjure up sin or heaven,
depending on which way you are headed."
where ever that is,
"in those moments when we tell stories together,
we are most truly human and most genuinely ourselves." (unknown)
(r.ruby/b.kingsolver)
