Good to see you back here,too, Dominic, with a new form (& more than
fifty words, but not many more). I like the swiftness of the steps
here, the swing & sway across the stanza breaks...
Doug
On 9-Jan-07, at 3:05 PM, Dominic Fox wrote:
> SURELY, SURELY
>
> wood-smoke in night-
> air, steam of your
> breath before
> your face pricked
>
> with chills, surely
> the tread
> of your homecoming
> beneath the sky's
>
> vault making its haste
> slowly, and surely
> the uneven pavement
> rising, swing
>
> of your arms
> in time
> with your feet and
> breath, in the road
>
> the cars inch past
> each other
> and pass on, warm
> beasts of the night,
>
> their engines
> lowing.
>
> * * *
>
> Dominic
>
>
Douglas Barbour
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Late night
resurrection of a forgotten love, a vanished
civilization, where the waning moon is the
accusational eye of a discarded lover. . . .
Love’s absence
is still love, the heart a celestial wound.
Christopher Dewdney
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