My sister Andrea went to Peru this past summer to do some nursing work for an SDA mission down there. She took some marvelous photographs while she was there. The next couple of sets are her work.
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing- Memories growing, ring on ring, A series of weddings.
Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery, Truer than women, They seed so effortlessly! Tasting the winds, that are footless, Waist-deep in history -
Full of wings, otherworldliness. In this, they are Ledas. O mother of leaves and sweetness Who are these pietas? The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but easing nothing.
I was snapping pictures at a local dance a few years ago, when this kid rolled into the ballroom. He watched the dancers whirl and sweat and laugh for nearly an hour, then rolled back out the door.