and there's the full circle of domestic (i.e., garden) breeze to
childhood-remembered ocean wind back to that magnificent final stanza
active-image of your coiling the garden hose as a mimic of "hand over hand"
ship-steering.
multi-meaninged, this poem, androo. a true jewel.
poem-happy judy
----- Original Message -----
From: "andrew burke" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, February 12, 2008 8:59 AM
Subject: Tuesday snap
> Tuesday morning wind
> has blown the birds away
> and plants sweep
> the garden back
> and forth.
>
> He is inside his head
> as usual
> wind whistling in one ear
> the other leeward
> and nostalgic for
>
> childhood holiday camps
> by the Indian Ocean
> dogs' ears pinned back
> all eyes
> on the horizon.
>
> He leans
> and turns the hose off
> hand over hand
> he wends it around
> the half wheel rim
> screwed to the porch.
>
> --
> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
>
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