I get the gridlock, Jill, & why you want to remember the turnoff, but
'winter'? Nah, whenever I've been there, it was green as all get out
(especially with the rain), & as warm as much of our summer here in the
north...
the snap, though, fine as usual...
Doug
On 19-Jul-05, at 10:00 PM, Jill Jones wrote:
> green-headed haze
> my taxi guy squares out
> the suburb hop
>
> winter removes some definition
> like a memory
> of green-headed hills
> everlasting trees
> (though they're going)
> and ever rolling clay roofs
>
> (a century of wide beige song
> the lies of the commonwealth)
>
> I ask him 'can we squeeze past this'
> but he takes a new turn
> past peak hour glue
> I must remember that move
>
> amongst it all
> someone finds a new twist
> through the state's
> morning gridlocks
>
>
> Jill Jones
> Sydney 8.45am, Wednesday 20 July 2005
>
>
Douglas Barbour
11655 - 72 Avenue NW
Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
(780) 436 3320
I give up these words easily, they are easy
to give up, like changing currency before
a border: the cursive line between mountain
and sky, say, as perfect a mismatch as any
made in heaven.
Méira Cook
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