Getting old
with each other:
mother and son.
Sat together,
the same face on.
Him dressed down
and her dolled up
(crayoned lips).
Neither of them
saying much.
A picture.
In a world full of inane chatter, I guess this is no bad thing; time does what is necessary. I remember a friend prone to manic episodes, his little mantra when the compulsion came on him: silent thoughts, silent thoughts.
From somebody with your eye and ear, Marie, it's good to hear you say it.
Well, I do get that.
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I really like those bus notes, WB (sorry if I am repeating myself). Wearing one's face, dressed up or dressed down. I like.
ReplyDeleteIn a world full of inane chatter, I guess this is no bad thing; time does what is necessary. I remember a friend prone to manic episodes, his little mantra when the compulsion came on him: silent thoughts, silent thoughts.
ReplyDeleteFrom somebody with your eye and ear, Marie, it's good to hear you say it.
I had to come back to this. They were wearing the same face in a very different way. I keep having this image in my mind...
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