Yesterday I went for a walk to return our library books. Before I left the house I decided I wanted to take a picture for Will, as a response to something he wrote on his blog. It could be a new little project, picture response to writing, writing response to picture. But I need more practice taking a picture for someone, because I never could take a picture with the intention that it was for Will. I only ever thought of that afterward. So, here are three pictures I picked out just now, for maybe my fave Will poem, "for Delta," which I would link to, except it seems that he's taken down his blog. But anyway.
06 November 2008
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For Delta
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Maybe you were born in winter
Not gasping despite the spanking
Your eys open wide
The two tiny friendly skies
Your Mother sailed through
To your new mind
& to see you breathe then,
skinny baby,
Before you died
They inflated you with tubes
& you went to pink from blue,
lucky you,
While it was white outside