WOODS WALK, BURLINGTON, ONTARIO, OCTOBER 16, 2010
I could not sleep. I wrote things down on the back of a bedside envelope.
Stand beside the roadside.
Check the fire alarms.
Don’t forget drinking water.
Rise in a translucent curl, a mirror evaporating like night into dawn or sleep into smoke.
Dry cleaning.
Doctor’s appointment.
Autumn.
3 comments:
Beautiful photo. Most leaves are gone up this way.
Thanks. Here it depends where you look. Hamilton has many almost micro-climates because, I think, of the escarpment and the lake. I wonder what it would feel like if the trees were always this way and it were permanently autumn?
One of my unpublishable novels is set in a world of perpetual autumn. To me, it would feel like a constant now, an unending "adulthood." I likes the autumnal stuff.
Have great readings.
Post a Comment