26 March 2014

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2354
The brief islands of snow in the sun
Make an abstract and chronicle
Of a daily hour's finality
In the nature of things,
As if a breath exhaled.

2 comments:

Guillaume said...

I see you have changed the title, quite a turn around that: you like to play with meanings as well as images.
Fortuitously my return visit happened at a time when you included a poem. Beautiful. Abstracted, as it were,
from "the world of ten thousand things" and carrying the sense of haiku. Too much there to comment on it all.
Much better to do so in a conversation.

mark drago said...

thank you G