birth of venus

birthofVenusdaylight dims. venus sits on the windowsill. the tulips nearby are dying. i see a card my daughter made me a long time ago and for whatever reason, i weep.

beauty shrivels, darkens, and then reconfigures into something new. for now, eyes awake, with a preciousness that could break a heart in two.


birth of venus — 1 Comment

  1. Oh, Elisa!
    Thank you for making this website so I can visit.
    Thank you for these words to nurture my heart.
    Thank you for being.

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