Wednesday, August 19, 2015

"Absolutely Everything Vibrates"

Revelstoke. Logging roads.
BC interior.
Somewhere we don't know
Exists yet. I don't need

To work, to teach, to write
Anything. I may read,
Listen, wait and observe.
The best parts of the past

Link hands in fairy rings.
My ears still imagine
They are ears that now hear
The streams through summer green

In a place that will soon
Enough be black and grey,
White with waiting again.
I am hearing this plan.

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