two short takes in transit
(i)
the lower reaches brown
across the valley slopes
mushed mouldy snow
still gleams uncertain
among bare aspen trunks
slowly the sun
will burn the white away
(ii)
river valley darkening
the lines of light
(the lines of flight)
overhead a black armada
hovers against brittle
blue fading
to desire this allegory
to know this only seen
Edmonton Wednesday 12.III.08
Douglas Barbour
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the ugh in
thought
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weave the world
out of the or
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