by Sporter
@ 2007-09-04 - 23:54:31
September. The river is low as in mid-summer. I am the fool with the coat. I might even get a tan down there. Forecast – No rain today.
On the B-road to Kinloss
Not a single car
B is for butterfly.
If I hadn’t gone left
I wouldn’t have seen
The heron in flight.
I peel a banana
For the road –
Changed days.
Leaves are falling
They roll down the river
Onto the next station.
I cross Findhorn Bay under a wildcat sky. Thin rain falling in the grey nowhere. I have to take off my shoes and socks and paddle over. The sandworms laugh in the skeleton rain.
Thoughts of girlfriends on the pebbled shore.
In the Captain’s Table:
God does not deduct from
Our allotted time-span
The time spent fishing
Small decisions drift on the dunes
Birds break on the waves.
05/09/07 @ 00:17