(taken this afternoon, so to speak, at the launch/readings for UofAPress; can probably use some editorial help)
outside the window swaying
in the wind
leaves form letters
TV / associations filter
through this screen beyond
the fir trees clouds
gathering dark
in that stories gather
real & imagined
all we watch
but listen still
to words from
all those elsewheres
known & unknown
shifting constantly
leaves in the wind / clouds
Douglas Barbour
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Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress).
Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
There is no life that does not rise
melodic from scales of the marvelous.
To which our grief refers.
Robert Duncan.
