Wednesday 30 January 2013

running along eaton river

the warm and strong incandescence 
the swelling and shrinking glow of a day ending

flickering throgh the trees
like the rolling of an old movie reel

those deep red trees and burnt black bark
blacker for the falling night
bleeding sap glistening resolute

and as I run
it looks as if
the trees by the riverside
are on fire

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