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for Diane Frénay
sand
splash blow-in
all of the sunsets
till now are in it
other planets too
a many-world
this crystal cast
all of the blank
skies of dawn
so to say
sand swivel
and turn
and blow this way
scribe with breeze
brush gently
gently
and let the weights
arrange themselves
be particle and flow
sand is a quotational mode
as if a whole beach
or a desert spoke
as if some far flung galaxy spun
no more
no less
just what it had to say
a weatherwork, as found in the hut after some years
the hut, as found in the weather, after some years
Kit thank you so much, it's beautiful. Your poem gives me new views to work with!
ReplyDeleteAnd i love the pictures and there titles 😊