Tuesday, July 6, 2010

The Pond

So what now
And for quite a long time
So what now

I was listening to music
being held up by the air
and then thinking farther out

where there might have been an end
to the place where forms share
And still I could not change or send

not even a ripple
that would not eventually flare
And I grew tired and simple

from taking life out of the world
and its mysterious unrepeated
loss

until my own face
scattered out into the trees
and lifted out up into the mountain

And then I turned
as if there was somewhere I had to go
and walked away from the reflection.


All Life is like this Afteroon

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