Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
yes, it's always foggy here.
the white thickness
uncovers shapeless gray almost-somethings
that fade away like the end of a song
and today another apparition...
not vague at all this ancient one!
what brought it into view?
was it the aroma of hot food from the little cook house?
did it rise against the staccato clapping of the metal horse shoes beating the pavement?
was it drawn to the bright blue color humming by?
maybe the ancient beast just wanted to be seen, noticed
and allowed to be