27 January 2008



504
Not to but being
In the rapids at Canal
Apart and immersed in a sensory spray
Disforming a tongued prism
That tints the bannered brick and iron
And instant shards and pools of ebony grace.
No tanged light nor scented word could convey
This daylight scape reorient.

2 comments:

backpakker said...

i like the imagery- "immersed in a sensory spray ..." will borrow the phrase sometime :)

mark said...

oh-- b-p, you are quite welcome to--thanks