In the summer sky

the lake overflew.

The water was rising high.

The cold winds blew.

She raised herself on the tips of her toes

The washing she had brought to dry

was just pinned and fastened to the line

and the mad wind came with a tiding from afar,

"I'm coming; I'm coming, Fasten your hopes and dreams."

The clothes she had hung were swollen with joy,

simple and direct like the word of God,

and as the wind entered them

they were out to break into a swing

and leap to the sky.

Thousands of swallows broke their cage,

and the sun came out of the fog and the storm.

Sushama Karnik.

07 /03/2022

Sole Ponce OliverInspired by Henri Cartier-Bresson

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Henk Jonker, Volendam, The Netherlands, 1947.

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