Two Harbors, MN | photo by Ben French

When language fails us

consider the kite

blown
by wind

rippling

like soft skin
on mothers’

elbows,

bows tied
to the thin

pink tail

left streaming
in the blue

Imagine

the bow tie — 
how its complicated

knot

grows kinder
with practice

Tender hands,

their graceful
swooping

Beneath our feet

shells lie
upon

the beach

slick
with seawater

Sea of comings

& goings:
you & I

are tiny

sailboats
with yellow tassels,

sails puffed full

with wind
& the lighthouse

is sighing

its quiet song,
light upon

the sea:

comings
& goings

goings

& comings
The cliff

an open mouth

My winking
silly eye

When we forget

our words
(as time

will so soon

steal) these gifts
shall become

our letters

Tissue paper
yellow sandals

seaweed wrapped

round
sunburnt ankles

Speak

to me
any words

you please


Ben French is an interdisciplinary artist and writer based in Minneapolis. He hopes today was a good day for you, too.

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