I wonder if we are too old to wander | I wonder what will be our undoing | I can’t see it being anything other than death.
–becca andre | 2017
I wonder if we are too old to wander | I wonder what will be our undoing | I can’t see it being anything other than death.
–becca andre | 2017
I got so close to her
I could see the glint in her eye.
With every step,
both our hearts pounded.
Exposed, but not in danger.
Alone, but still safe
as a swaddled baby.
Oh, sweet caribou,
don’t run away.
All that is pointed at you
is my lens.
–becca andre | twenty sixteen