Asheville, NC - September 2013 :: Disposable Camera Series
When you're walking with me here, and it's hot and hazy,
and the animals are creeping
but like us, are slow and lazy,
I cannot help but feel that maybe we
should simply be
in love again forever, and fall quickly soon again.
Deep in here you cannot see the sky.
On the edge of this left-behind dam is a pretty little house, and I wonder who might have stayed there, minding and keeping.
Piled close and cool, the mossed and softened crumbled mountain teeth catch sweet water and spray it onto my trespassing ankles.
It had burned inside and the walls stood still and broken and blackened. Creeping vines and grasses tore at concrete blocks, bringing it back to earth.
Sometimes when the woods are cool like this, and quiet, sometimes I wonder what inspired us to live on top of each other and in the smoggy din.