Sunday, December 13, 2009

12.13





grey whiteness of cloud against invisible

ridge, silver of drops falling from leaf

in foreground, sound of wave in channel



where limits of integration,

inside singularities



may be changed, that system,

infinitely many ways



silver of sunlight reflected in channel,

shadowed green canyon of ridge above it

2 comments:

  1. i've enjoyed the few of your poems that i've read here... wonderfully disorienting!

    will stop by another time and catch up with more...

    Jon

    p.s.
    hope you don't mind that i follow along with this blog

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  2. thanks for this Jon, just now found it, and yes, pleased to have you taking a look -- "wonderfully disorienting" sounds good (!)

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