Orange backpack and glasses he stands at the corner. A grin as a friend approaches. They turn, chatting excitedly Orange and green, side by side walking to school to teach.
First of all, I think the choice to color the words was brilliant. I'm also intrigued by this poem because the definition of a "a friend" in this case is abstract. By this, I don't mean the poem should change. I just like the small portrait of their interactions we receive, and I am left to wonder what their history is...
So much depends upon...two people finding comfort in each other. This poem is as visual as WCW's poem, a moment frozen, packed with relationships. Beautiful.
First of all, I think the choice to color the words was brilliant. I'm also intrigued by this poem because the definition of a "a friend" in this case is abstract. By this, I don't mean the poem should change. I just like the small portrait of their interactions we receive, and I am left to wonder what their history is...
ReplyDeleteSo much depends upon...two people finding comfort in each other. This poem is as visual as WCW's poem, a moment frozen, packed with relationships. Beautiful.
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