Afterimage
October
near the limit of trees
on the reflective
polished granite
skinned of soil
walking
blinking
by the resting meadow
a shooting violet
green stemmed twin
living delicately
Tying dreams
while choosing stones
for a garden
making a place to live
distracted
lying
the image
of a desire
vaporized
by the heat of summer
enveloped now
by the disintegrating
campfire
I hunt phosphenes
the sun downing quickly
like the wild azaleas re-closing
chilled
to the dusk
the fingers
of the palmate sun
trailing down my closed eyelid
going delicately
past the wilderness
--Avocet, 2000
Saturday, February 02, 2008
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1 comment:
Your wording and phrasing make this poem flow nicely.
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