Some people leave this world, the feast, like leaving a table with a little bit of Crème Chantilly on the corner of their lips and a content smile on their faces...
Some leave this world, with sweat and dirt on like angry gladiators in an arena or like burning horses in a racetrack...
And some leave here like pulling their resting legs out of a cool river, like dropping a silk nightgown slowly down from their shoulders to the floor, like blowing a small white feather from their palms back into the air...
creme chantilly, burning horses, small white feathers...yr imagery is undeniable. fine, fine work.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant and beautiful, three complete changes of tone using the power of language to evoke mysteries.
ReplyDeleteJason & Paul ! Yaaayyyy, you made my day:) Thank you.
ReplyDeletei guess my preference would be the third one, leaving the world so easy like getting rid of border of right here we live and without any fear...
ReplyDeleteHey sista!
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