Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Luminous Afternoon, Plum Island
they stop their car thinking I've pulled over to observe some colorful migrating bird; it's just an empty stretch of marsh and sky
everywhere I look the shapeless forms of dunes and cumulus clouds unshape the fabrication of the mind
this man-made heart-shaped pond in the middle of the wildlife refuge on plum island--what surprising silence!
three white swans appear to be objective shadows in mercurial reflections of the setting autumn sun
all alone with wind and waves and why: the beach and dunes are absolutely empty but the sea is full of sky
~Son Rivers 2009
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