January 02, 2003

Daydream in Winter

The morning is warm with December sun
and he pretends it is a summer day.
On his back the old man lies
on the walkway outside his door
under a winter sky of torn aluminum.
Letting go, the forked maple inverted overhead
becomes the airways of the sky's lung --
trunk, branches and twigs
taper to absent aveolar leaves
lying all about him on cold stone.

Looking down, a passing winter raven
sees the boy-man far below
a cruciform shape
a tiny delicate asterisk
of legs, arms and head
with a punctate white heart
that is a warm cat
making biscuits on his chest.

Posted by fred1st at January 2, 2003 05:06 AM | TrackBack
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Wonderful imagery Fred, what you growing back in the holler?

Have you ever toured Lileks photos? Look at Nat's section..there's one of her newborn feet in his hands that might send you to a familiar interesting space.

Posted by: feste at January 2, 2003 08:08 PM

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