Rearview Mirror
Robert Morgan
This little pool in the air is
not a spring but sink into which
trees and highway, bank and fields are
sipped away to minuteness. All
split on the present then merge in
stretched perspective, radiant in
reverse, the wide world guttering
back to one lit point, as our way
weeps away to the horizon
in this eye where the past flies ahead.
Today's Word A.W.A.D.
This little pool in the air is
not a spring but sink into which
trees and highway, bank and fields are
sipped away to minuteness. All
split on the present then merge in
stretched perspective, radiant in
reverse, the wide world guttering
back to one lit point, as our way
weeps away to the horizon
in this eye where the past flies ahead.
Today's Word A.W.A.D.
posted by william at 10:56 AM
1 Comments:
hey dont take so much time with your posts, i love the poetry you post- do you write as well? have the courage to put that on?
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