Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

October 06, 2006


I've been writing, but not posting. These ideas are from a recent trip home; written amongst the wolves and wheat.

non-attachment —
then Lotís wife looked back

the sound of one leaf
is nothing compared to the
sound of many leaves
dying — and isnít it quite
a bit like the sound of fire?

oh! great wheat brown slate
Alberta; gallant echo
of the Trans Can and
nosebleed dry place, with purring
slab of chinook cloud in sky

Posted by Delire at October 6, 2006 12:00 PM
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