Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Pebble Shadows/Slanting Gravels

He tried to imprison his cottonwood in stone, an effort to dominate the tree, maybe try to steal its power? No harmony.

Flowing curves, flowing curves,
random spacing, private nooks,
lean-to shelters, A-Frame outhouse,
Late night heat flash,
giant boulders
hidden leanings
constant schemings.

It’s possible this might be the right sentence.
Or maybe this one.
Or the third from the right typed by gaslight.
And the trailer’s shaking.
Dark and lonely, wind chills softly.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Jacques Conejo said...

mmmmmm.... oooh yeah! very nice!

Thanks...


Jacques

10:20 AM  

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