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My Imagination Wants to Pick Me Up and Throw Me into a Poster

In by Chris on December 24, 2010 at 10:59 am

Sitting here in my room, I once would have instantly transported myself into the jungle, where snakes hang on the shoulders of green cellists.

But now I gaze at the photocopied poster taped to my closet door and can’t fall past the curling paper. Festival Casals de Puerto Rico. Green jungle, green cellist, orange sky. Just a piece of paper, a piece of color on the stained closet door. I put it up years ago.

Why must my cool eye filter what wants to set itself free in my imagination? I’d rather be in the jungle than this old bedroom.

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