Georgia on my mind, Georgia, my font
Georgia is the second reason I like pink
The first was childhood fancy
Maybe even learned genderlike behavior but this second time, oh this second time is for life
She looked out onto the vast desert
Entered those hills she said she knew them better than the lines in her face or the shadow of her hands – oh! her hands, her vision
She saw decay
She saw draught
A draught in her face
Yet she saw effervescent blooming beauty
She made that her life’s work
Pink hibiscus out my window and little yellow tea roses
Peter Meinke and his pink azaleas
And I love them, I love them all
And Georgia, just like you, I really wanted to pick up that squirrel skull a couple of months ago, it was fresh, it needed to dry out, it needed your desert, so I let it go, and then it was gone
You’re in me
I’m breathing with you
I know the silence of the unscented desert
I know the desert in the soul
I know the scent of a pink rose
I know the secret of warmth and love in the kitchen
And I just found out, you do too!
And so I say to you Georgia, you are ever on my mind and in my heart and in my soul
I wish I realized it sooner perhaps I’d be less like me, more like you, emulate you
But who would that be really? The world had you and it has me now
Whatever shall I do?
Featured art: Gerogia’s Peony by: Copyright © 2018 Camille Elizabeth – 22 spheres ephemera