From high in the corporate tower, in the dim distance, in the atmosphere of drifting fog, the curving highway, everybody driving home, a flowing river of light.
White blood stream of the city.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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'serpent of leaves' appears in impromptu dance
Dancing over a rabbit warren in the roots of a green ash that was infected by the emerald borer and was cut down years ago, I wove my way up...
These two posts, they seem a couplet on enchanted vision. On breaking through the clouds, on seeing things from perspective of both heaven and earth.
ReplyDeleteThe views here are extraordinary, so are the antique-filled dining and sitting rooms and Persian carpets... ah, but the banks, how to encompass such divergences. The natural world and the moneyed world. I let the images come, express themselves and I learn from what they say too. Thanks, my muse, my friend...
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