A Walk Around the Lake
perhaps the truth depends upon a walk around the lake —notes toward a supreme fiction
Monday, January 21, 2008
freeze
Cold here and sharp. A deep chill settles.
I've been thinking about single words,
the sound of one
word, the variety in pitch
between freeze and thaw
and lull. How pitch can evoke meaning.
Been thinking about color
what happens to color in cold.
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