a moon i saw
not the human kind :)
i was walking out of the the JFSB on monday night, rather low, and i looked up to my left and saw the most stunning moon poised right above the V between the mountains. And there was a cloud that moved across it that crested at the top like a wave. I was immediately charged, in a very trancendentalist way, to go attack the rest of the evening, which i did, which was good. I just thought i'd share that little experience with Nature. Here is another very rough poem
Seeley lake montana
A woman held a huckleberry child
Close against her breast.
Lovers by the lakeshore
Threw themselves against the flame
A man in a pale blue western shirt
Saw the ochre token, and stopped
Our town sits beside a lake in a valley
There is a post office with green shingles and an ace hardware .
There is a fair every july,
and the little girls sit on floats and look like young mothers.
I saw the flame. It tasted like cinnamon.
When we asked the old men
They paused a long time and finally said
“the winter will put her out”
i was walking out of the the JFSB on monday night, rather low, and i looked up to my left and saw the most stunning moon poised right above the V between the mountains. And there was a cloud that moved across it that crested at the top like a wave. I was immediately charged, in a very trancendentalist way, to go attack the rest of the evening, which i did, which was good. I just thought i'd share that little experience with Nature. Here is another very rough poem
Seeley lake montana
A woman held a huckleberry child
Close against her breast.
Lovers by the lakeshore
Threw themselves against the flame
A man in a pale blue western shirt
Saw the ochre token, and stopped
Our town sits beside a lake in a valley
There is a post office with green shingles and an ace hardware .
There is a fair every july,
and the little girls sit on floats and look like young mothers.
I saw the flame. It tasted like cinnamon.
When we asked the old men
They paused a long time and finally said
“the winter will put her out”
3 Comments:
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A very unique melange of words that make me feel the images. Intensely. Genius.
wow, pretty high praise. who is anonymous and when can we do lunch?
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