prairie dreams

i had imagined that you would have come
and spiraled onto the prairie of the first college
you ever touched. you would have
drinked the spell of higher education
that pounded in campus buildings
and wrapped your sister, transforming her
into a tree you now want to climb.

you’d inhale the scent of spring manure and
briefly exhale the smog created by hands
you rubbed with coal. the empty, flat land
would encourage your love for the city of angels
but open the night-time fireflies, glowing
with probable futures.

the reminiscing of me as a child as your hands
held your hips would have sparked a string of
darkroom photo prints, where paper memories are
dipped in a tub of chemical for depth. you would
have kept telling stories until no one questioned
their accuracy, until we all agreed to sit in the darkroom
and remember with you.

you would have sat quietly in the audience
and thanked god for permitting my college
graduation, and as you read my diploma you’d
stumble over the words, like white dandelion leaves
gliding past flowers fastened to the ground.

wouldn’t have felt like a starfish laying
on empty sand, waiting for the frothy waves
to remember me.

2 thoughts on “prairie dreams

  1. You are:
    1. An amazing writer.
    2. A magnificent friend.
    3. The best daughter a mother could have.
    4. One of the most memorable people in my life.
    5. Gorgeous inside and out.

    This list can continue forever. I love this piece and it makes me love you more because you can powerfully vulnerable and intriguingly expressive. ❤
    Love, your soul sister.

    • You are:
      1. One of the most supportive people in my life.
      2) The best-est friend I could have ever asked for.
      3) A wonderful, raw and thought-provoking writer.
      4) Gorgeous outside and in!

      Thank you so much Hellen, it means a lot to me. I’m glad we are going on this writing journey together! 🙂 I love you too!

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