SNAPSHOT 22
weather insignificant
neither summer nor winter
still lush and green
the grass along the brook
beyond fugitives' road
on the edge of town
the urgent steps
that trod it covered now
by single lane asphalt
on the still pond
that tiny reservoir
above the dam of quarried stone
remnant of the first water-works
worn wooden pipe half-submerged
(a tiny bird a wheatear alighted
before my eyes there a year ago)
while beneath my feet the water
seeps through between the stones
of the dam and the brook
crawls away gathering
momentum cold and deep
stroking the blades of grass
causing them to tremble
the mountains lining my horizon
have greyed slightly at the temples
soon to be white my own hair
is greying at the temples
back from my walk i play
bud powell's tempus fugue-it
árni ibsen
2:30 p.m. september 24, 2003
hafnarfjördur, iceland
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Árni Ibsen
Stekkjarkinn 19,
220 Hafnarfjördur,
Iceland
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