Wednesday, May 16, 2012


And today, a poem. Because it's spring and grey and the birds are singing. 
This is a first draft sort of thing...



Before Language



print

mud

memory

before language

the gingko leaf

the footprint

the bone

now rock

transformed

the same

only harder

decay

imbedded in earth

child hands

dig the muddy bank

remember digging

and small white shells


1 comment:

No Filter: The Book said...

Keep making poems, this is really good and very evocative.