Can We Keep This Up?


Like moonbeams and memories
and fragmented dreams
of dragons and diamonds
and ladies in white
holding clocks.



I want to live in a world
of crystal trees, of submarines,
of air and water
and rusty swingsets
of peeling paint and crabgrass.

I want a life
of hidden doorways and
keys of dark haired strangers.

I would live like an
owl in the trees.






photos & poem by ella jaz kirk, 2014


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