9-1-11 + cliffs, by karen o and the kids

They played in the sun-
deep, orange, citrus sun-
laughter singing in their ears like
an old record,
as if part of a soundtrack-
how many years returned in those
precious moments-
how it must have felt to have the breeze
drift through-
and to feel the sun drip down like a honey sweet
they drank like they’d never been able
to before-
drank with both hands
there was such a thirst-
that day was their hydration-
they believed in something that was
just beyond reach-
and they were never afraid to keep their hands
knowing that one day their fingers
would touch-

cliffs – karen o and the kids


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