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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 😊