Thursday, August 2, 2012

Trading times.


On sad days, I trade sun for rain
to hide tears etching my face.
On hungry ones, bread for paper.
Music for dollars on busy days
And a steady husband over a quick lover any time.

On stormy nights when  houses turn into boats
I trade warm hugs for anything else I own.
On laundry days, the odd socks.
On fishing days, the tangled lines.

Trading is how time moves between days.
Except when it is all spent.





5 comments:

  1. I know this

    ...it must be the summer breeze
    reaching out carressing our faces with love

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  2. Steady husband, warm hugs...Grateful I can trade for these also.

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  3. rosaria, i am quite speechless after this. it is beautiful. it is true. and how you have said it (and i believe you) is everything.

    xo
    erin

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  4. Oh YES:
    "Trading is how time moves between days.
    Except when it is all spent."

    We get too soon and so late smart.

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