Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 13

Spring Chronograph: 13

As if beamed in soft, round light by an ancient
film projector, the evening's spring-green ground
gives weight to a lone half-dead fence line poplar.
The illusion of possibility, bounced by a north wind....
But you're a volume long withdrawn from circulation.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful, Red.

    But that last line's a falsehood. You're always current with me.