I like that final statement, how it arrives from the perceived, Joe.
Doug
On 17-Apr-08, at 8:23 PM, Joseph Duemer wrote:
> *Song for a Postcard
> *
> Blackbirds
> & grackles
> travel in over-
> lapping flocks.
>
> Arriving just
> at dusk
> in the highest
> maple branches
>
> to catch the
> last sunlight.
> We live by
> a river that runs
>
> black & silver
> this time
> of the year,
> though if you
>
> watch the water
> smashing over
> the boulders
> you can see
>
> that it is green,
> like the feathers
> of the black
> birds in this
>
> late light
> that is not
> sinister but is
> serious.
>
> --
> Joseph Duemer
> Professor of Humanities
> Clarkson University
> Weblog: sharpsand.net
>
Douglas Barbour
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