Tunnel Vision |
| Published: August 9, 2007, 12:46 pm |
| Tags: poems amp poem like things |
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The trail is a straight tunnel through dripping woods. In last night’s dream, I’d been ready to cross a mountain where roads & trails hadn’t yet been thought of, not even by the animals. On the far side, my brothers had found another hollow parallel to this one, where riotous growth pressed against the windowpanes & light-starved houseplants rotted in their pots. But this morning, the trail ends as always at the crest of a ridge a-bristle with dying laurel bushes & brown & yellow bracken. The valley full of fog glows in the weak sunlight like the belly of a carp. The woods are silent except for the patter of urine where a deer grazes, her pelt already quivering under the feet of her daily flies. The camera around my neck travels the length of the trail in both directions, far heavier than its credit card-sized counterpart in the dream, & just as empty. [ Full article ] |
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