Poetry Less Than Daily

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Friday, June 24, 2005

James Galvin

Time Optics

Where the ditch vaults the river,
Where the wooden flume weeps over,
Paying the way,
Where its veil makes a thin distance
And has no critics but wind-in-willowshade,
My love and I lay down
In seventeen kinds of native grasses.
We took our time.
Some wasps were building
A Japanese lantern in the branches,
The flume kept weeping into the river.
Chilly ditchwater.
Don't worry, littls wasps, wooden flume.
I'll be alright gone.


At 11:22 AM, Blogger L. said...


At 6:07 AM, Blogger didi said...

I love -- I LOVE James Galvin. Did I say that I LOVE JAMES GALVIN?

Thank you for posting this poem.


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