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
i've enjoyed the few of your poems that i've read here... wonderfully disorienting!
ReplyDeletewill stop by another time and catch up with more...
Jon
p.s.
hope you don't mind that i follow along with this blog
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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