1 train, February 18th, 2014
I recited Ava’s poem Spushcacao to inspire Athena. She needed a little time to think, so her dad promised to send it over the next hour. I was amazed at how she had remembered and processed Ava’s poem, and made a perplexing version of her own.
I made up a word that is far beyond crazy.
It dies up on sand and land.
Who knows what this word could be?
It’s a mystery
My dear Athena,
I am so happy to see that you’re still offering me challenges and I love a mystery. Keep writing. Who knows where it might take thee. Thanks so much and love from your Mimi Xoxox