songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

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WHAT WILL THE END OF YOUR JOURNEY LOOK LIKE

+ WILL YOU KNOW IT WHEN YOU GET THERE?

In a dream (#amithedreamerorthedream)  my brother  18 mts.

younger than me  + I   sit across from each other at the kitchen

table   Furniture circa 1953  orange+turquoise   Parents tastes

more avante-garde than mid-century bourgeoisie  Both hidden

artistic tendencies  Burst out in cowboy father’s shoe collection

Mother’s Paris gowns  Model in another life  still walks catwalk

proud

 

As we sit it dawns on us  that our old family home is worth millions

+we still own it!  A bright light shines in the hallway leading to our

parent’s bedroom   Temple of love  Temple of tempests   This home

a beacon to our adult selves:

 

Come Mine The Best of What You Were /ARE?

 

Dreams scattered in corners   Football glory   Pails of money

A Florida vacation  or new furniture kids?   A cure for cancer   Write

a book  Be an African  (Dad I know what I want to be  I want to be

black)   Brother really said this   Father somewhat dismayed

 

Somewhere the numbers fall into their slots  pointing to a jackpot  of

love  innocence  +purity   Jaded furies now biting at the heels of aging

family   Hard pressed to believe in their dreams  marching into uncharted

territory   Last man standing flicks off the light  takes the high road to the

land of milk +honey

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She’s the only woman I ever loved  (our father re: our mother)

It would take one hell of a wife to beat no wife at all. (Cormac McCarthy)

 

 

Almost Spring  2017   for the Atkins Family of Purdon Drive 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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