Friday, November 1, 2013

Escape Plan #1

                                         
                                               ... Escape Plan #1: age five

                                                                  ... a Model T in tall grass parked inside the pasture 

                            ... I turn the metal handle / hop inside

                                                    ... watch an imaginary sun set behind the Rockies





4 comments:

  1. Teresa, these three poems are great and, to me, particularly potent when they run together like this. There's a feeling of an inescapable shadow always at one's heels; or, perhaps, an unnameable longing, forever out of reach, that one chases after. It hits home for me in the place where I'm familiar with my own modes of flight.

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    1. Thanks, Seth. Your last sentence makes me smile ... so many modes of flight ... :) It's good to hear from you.

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  2. I like your mode of transportation. My plan was to hop the freight train that ran past our house.

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    1. Oh, yes, that was my backup plan, but as a girl it seemed farther out of reach ... I yearned to hop a freight train ... taking me anywhere but where I was ... wanderlust for me started early and hit hard ... you, too, it seems ... love your comments.

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