It’s as if
we’re standing
side by side
in a postcard
of the beach
at sunset
you’re wearing
a lemon sundress
bare feet ginger hair
sailing in the breeze
and I’m facing you
reaching over
to pull you in
and kiss you
and you’re not
real
I’m not real
the sun sinking
under the sea
isn’t real and it's
better this way
to imagine we're only
two-dimensional
figures
photographed
for a postcard
for sale
at any truck stop
in the middle
of the desert
for a dollar and
change.
Creative humour, satire and other bad ideas by Ross Murray, an author living in the Eastern Townships of Quebec, Canada. Is it truth or fiction? Only his hairdresser knows for sure.
I'm Michelle. This is my blog. I write about women and fatness, expound upon semi-coherent thoughts I have in the middle of the night, and offer tough love to those in whom I am disappointed; they are legion.
Nice linkage of memory to postcards for the sake of holding it forever !
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Yes, and with the gentle reminder that memories are not always perfect or idyllic.
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Beautiful :”)
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Thanks.
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It is beautiful.
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Good one , nice reflection .
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Thank you.
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you.
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