Vibrantly coloured butterfly specimens look set to fly away from this heritage-listed Sydney terrace.
From ‘Walls that Talk’, a story on page 212 of Vogue Living July/Aug 2010.
Photograph by Jason Busch.
Holly will ride her horse
Teri her motorcycle
Cearra has a spaceship and
Laura will dance
Jasmine will run like crazy
Teresa will travel as a
Gypsy in a brightly painted
Wagon but as
For me I’ll walk when my
Imagination fails~
When the pencil in
In my hand slips away with
Sleep my feet will
Know the way~
Perhaps I’ll take a boat when
Crossing oceans
Perhaps I won’t but I’ll be
There wherever you
Find me
On my way to everywhere~Michelle Dent
Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled —
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing —
that the light is everything — that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.
Autumn falls for words turning
Color
I fell for you in summertime
Silently
We spent those days sleeplessly
Slumbering among the
Flowered lakes and tree-lined
Rivers
We talked about the sky and its
Inhabitants and how we would
Visit them—just as soon as—
But then the weather changed
And we…
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