TRAIN
Riding through the Highlands on the Countrylink looking down
into the forests (from a 2011 notebook – I have a few backlogs)
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Returning from Ireland I remember the word sclerophyll
that hard leafed word of the basalt forests I look
down into Watch as rock folds over itself melts and flows in all shades of
stone Above it is flax flower blue the grass with its hackles up the underfoot
of animals
Gold
tinted train windows reflect on passing white tree trunks They are changed into
flames or warm memories or something torn out of us some part we didn’t know
was there we didn’t know we were a part of
Yes, beautiful
ReplyDeleteLovely enjoyment of the words and great enjambment!
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