"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Nelson, B.C

Behind me, sunlight on the leaves
dappled gold hues
that shine through the window
and take me
far away.
A place I see
on the borders of my memory.
Hushed green and purple gray--
mountains sheeted with forest.
Birds warble
and I remember
loving it there
more than here.

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