Crackled old paint
revealing layers
of living full while
playing hard
soft colors
absorbed
it all ~
luggage or
baggage ~
whatever the
case might
be
patina like this
can't be bought
or instantly applied
straight out of the can
it comes only by way of
time
along with
tears
scars
dents
bruises
scrapes
laughter
apologies
grace
love
adventure
enthusiasm
hope
dreams
passenger car
with storied walls
mute with remembering
stares out its own window
facing future
rust locked
yet still
on track
5 comments:
i like
I do, too. All the cracks holding histories.
beautiful image and poem. thanks!
Me too! Very much.
Great imagery with words -- and the cracks in the photos.
So sweet...the pictures and the words. Feeling a little worn today...
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