Aphorism

July 14, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

Photograph by Martha Andrews Donovan

Photograph by Martha Andrews Donovan

Aphorism

Do not walk past remarkable things with absolute oblivion: a rusted hand pump wedged in the embrace of a tree; a snake’s skin, keeled-scaled, floating in a sea of grass; an old wooden spool with a fragment of thread; a mussel shell, loosely-hinged, untethered.

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