Sitting in Spring
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Sitting in Spring

But when sitting is a must, the early spring sun is an awfully good place to do it.

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Sunward
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Sunward

I wish I had the strength to say yes to all the things that could burn me. It’s possible every now and then, but not in the same blazing and fleeting way as these sunflowers: fervently magnificent in their hopefulness.  

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The Blurs
Beth Downing Beth Downing

The Blurs

The steaming sand blurs the sea-to-sky horizon. The water floods over my feet, blurring the human-to-earth horizon. There is no cell phone signal so the movement of time has blurred the morning-to-afternoon horizon.

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A Bird, a Plane, and Their Place
Beth Downing Beth Downing

A Bird, a Plane, and Their Place

I hope the bird found its way out. I hope I do too, eventually. To get where I was going but also to understand existence in a place you’re not supposed to be. For them, the building. For me, the air.

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