Little Shouts of Joy
I'm in love with my best friend. Her name is
Francine. She's a creative, talented writer who is
developing her craft and is serious about the business of
writing. She's darn intelligent; she sees things other
people don't see, or she sees them half a step ahead of
everyone else. Or at least me. She's passionate;
whether angry or loving, she does nothing half way. She takes
big bites. Her eyes flash with her inner shining. She's
beautiful. I love the way her smooth skin flows gracefully
from her forehead to her ankles. And she takes care of
herself. She's funny, and her laugh is delightfully
infectous. She takes care of me, she challenges
me, she inspires me. She's manic and she's calming
by turns. She's so easy to be with, and so difficult to be
without. Even her fears are a comfort to me, because
they are so similar to my doubts and fears.
Visit Francine's blog.
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She shines |
For Francine
Let us walk
down to the sea,
Just we two together
Past those
white-washed houses
That stood too long and are
No
longer homes,
Past the hungry shadows who
Would not
learn to walk with us
Down to the sea. Let us walk
from our city
Apartments, you and I,
Through rolling
vineyards (sweet
Grapes hung heavy in the sun)
And olive
groves,
With our straw hats and baskets,
And gather for
the pressing
All that we can. Let others dream
their
Lives in parking lots;
Seek with me the sea.
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