This got me, too, Douglas. Every highway into every city seems to have
the opposite of a vanishing point (an "appearance point?") where the
lights become visible and the wilderness converts to home.
--Knut
On Nov 17, 2005, at 20:20, Douglas Barbour wrote:
> coming to Regina:
>
> to arrive to
> be there beyond the drive
> to be there where
> friends await to share bread
> & more the conversation
> continuing that
> is friendship
>
> & on the highway descending
> from the North &
> a day below greyblack clouds
> to see to our right
> such glory nature
> copying Turner this time
> or Milne's thick
> strokes glowing mountain
> of embers flaring deep
> colours slowly dying to dark
>
> & the lights of the city ahead
> all the welcome felt there
> felt there
>
> Douglas Barbour
> Wednesday November 16 2005
>
> Douglas Barbour
> 11655 - 72 Avenue NW
> Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
> (780) 436 3320
>
> Each leaf a runnel the
> roofs now skiffs in green
> I’ve never done anything
> but begin.
> Lisa Robertson
>
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