Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Green-Wood Offering

Here at the edge of the mortal world, objects drift over from either side and trade places.  Love-you-forever plastic markers, food-smeared napkins, exhausted balloons.  And then there are those that sit right at the portal, quietly intentional. Like this little offering. A bunch of carnations, plucked from their stems, and a plum, purple as a bruise.

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