27 January 2008

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.


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