Depth Perception


clothespin the brown-
stones under the sky
clouds on the blue
tack up the dog-
walkers and strollers
pin down the crowds

sticky tape some hedges
the stairwells and
shellac the shoes
to their wearers
thumb threw the intersections
round- a-bout the cul-de-sacs

I’m good at this, building
it’s so easy here
with only one dimension
and perception as thin as the
paper it’s printed on.

© 2013 Abby Smith, Writer


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About vsvevg

Hello, I'm Abby Smith. I started this blog to write about the pursuit of a self-sustainable life in rural Mexico. Then my husband and I moved to Nicaragua, where we created a successful farm-to-table and in-house charcuterie program for a high-end beach resort. With mad butchery and cheese-making skills under my belt, I now return to my first love: writing, as a freelance food and travel writer.

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