The first night?
A different night?
The last night?
The only night?
A different night?
And who would have thought
We could have flown so high,
Got so far; fragile bone frames
Wrapped in simple rags?
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Monthly Archives: November 2013
Young Traveller
Gunpowder sky-sharks
Spun, crackled; are gone
‘Neath their magic sparks
We laughed, loved and shone.
But this is silver time
Passing on by –
The Universal Coffee Bar
The cakes are sweet and
The coffee bites bitter back
Like God’s guard dogs.
Lights, reflected in smooth,
Mock-marble floors:
Pink, off-white, tetra-blue
Speak of different therapies
The Blood
The blood,
The hours
They spill
So quiet,
So quick.
And they
Run, run, run
Like tears
From the sun:
The Original Search Engine?
Something magical about the air in Upper Austria. Altitude? For sure, but also freshness and sparkling light. Amazing skies throughout the livelong days. Sunrise with pinks, lilacs, golds and pale blues hovering over the mountains and forested hills.
Making walking the wanderweg (paths) a treat. Not anywhere near cold, but crisp, clean and invigorating. Not the steep challenge of more serious Austrian Tyrol/Wildekaiser landscapes but gentle, wide walkways, sometimes beside rarely used roads, sometimes alongside quiet, therapeutic streams, the borders of newly turned farmland or through friendly forests. Oh and no snow yet, just end of season glorious warmth, meaning a T-shirt was enough once I had warmed up.
Strapped
Strapped …
And delightfully suspended
In a seat inside
The somehow-gravity belly
Of and east-bound
Iron angel.
Far, far below the
Blue-highway we travel
The yellow earth is
Devouring itself again.
Am I safe?
Is any of us?
photo:www.izismile.com
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As it must – into tomorrow;
