into each outstretched palm
she would drop a seed;
which they would then bury
in their own personal dark,
and from which unfurled
the blossoming light.
its roots, however,
would remain invisible,
thrust deep into the loam.


just so you know...

Wedding the images of Roxana Ghita with text by Michael Tweed, the beautiful foolishness of things is the gentle companion to however fallible: the revolution of everyday life.

Unless otherwise noted all images © Roxana Ghita, text © Michael Tweed.