Blue Door — Image by kenne
Keeping still
is walking down over the dunes
when all my lips
would be boats
carried into port
by your body
beneath the benediction
of a day trembling
orange dahlias
above the pavement
in the alleys
in the doorways
in all the windows
where someone
is following the rhythm
yellow dark
dark yellow
of the birds
toward the river.
— Lucha Corpi
Beautiful!
Thank you.
Vibrant! I have a thing for door images…
. . . so do I.