Thursday, November 10, 2011

On the Road


On top of blighted cypress, old crow appears 
To grow larger over centuries; 

Small figures walking disappear 
In a minute, year after year. 


5 comments:

  1. Know what you mean about that gargantuan crow... no wonder the cypress is blighted.

    Reflects a beautifully graceful acceptance of inevitable diminution, without bitterness.

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  2. We walked past that blighted cypress again this morning, no ancient crow on it and that peaceful country road had been “improved” in less than a day, making us feel even smaller. Contrary to their name, bulldozers never seem to sleep, “progress” never goes away.

    Thanks to you both.

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  3. Well, let's amend that to a variably graceful acceptance of inevitable defeat and loss, with the cup of bitterness necessarily at least half-full...?

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  4. I have no choice but to drink to that--here's mud in our eyes.

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