Jill, this is a very pure and welcome and beautiful piece. The way that our
species fits into a bigger picture emerges quite clearly here. I appreciate
the elements of light and derivation that you evoke. The tentativeness you
mention and that of what Doug does in his piece are consonant, somehow, and
I think that's likely an element of our time here now.
Thank you, Jill. Sheila
On Wed, Dec 19, 2018 at 6:07 AM Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> Paths
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> Early afternoon stretches along the street.
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> Honeyeaters cling onto wires.
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> My footsteps are buried in the pavement
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> like a prayer that never surfaces.
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> The light within light contracts and travels.
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> Half-remembered cadences roll over a fence.
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> The hour seems to drape.
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> Trees invent shadow.
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> A jet’s underside pushes into the west.
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> Nearby there are birds that will soon fly north.
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> Concrete slowly flakes
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> as if it’s also going somewhere.
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> ___________________________________________Jill Jones
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