1991
6.165
14.vi.25
cold colour
ekphrastic for Joanna
Bogadottir’s ‘Fragile World’
a bird in this world
till undercloud green
fire as well or who would see
an almost shape, expression
thing over another
things falling away from the day
that’s time’s abandon
there’s our vanish
ice is a whale
accidental boat
that’s the idea
a bear rides seas
hours as if prisoned in the wave
what’s given is hard
somewhere there’s soil
wild gesture of what is
all till find a foothold green
pond, river considered
none of this makes a map
but has its music
precious to be found
where all along we’re here
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