forward fold
he’d been certain
approaching her door
but when she opened it
and he saw her
framed in the light
from the room beyond
his resolve collapsed
crumpled like a discarded
rag doll on a child’s floor
he stepped through the doorway
she folded him into her arms
he wept until morning came
1 June 2013
Auburn AL
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I’m writing a poem a day in 2013. During June, each day’s poem will be inspired by a photo of writer Arielle Brousse doing yoga. I’ve been a fan of her writing for years. These days, Arielle curates The Sensible Nonsense Project, a collection of writing about people’s favorite childhood books. Thank you to Arielle for allowing me to use the photos, and for all the entertaining and inspiring writing she’s done over the years.
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