From Ways of Goingfor SteveWill it be like paragliding-gossamer takeoff, seedlike drifting downinto a sunlit, unexpected grove?Or ski-jumping-headlong soaring,ski-tips piercing clouds,crystal revelations astonishing my goggles?. . . . Skittery flicker of a glare-weary lizardstartled into the sheltering wings of a leaf,rusting freighter with a brimming holdshimmering onto a crimson edge. . . .Sad rower pushed from shore,I'll disappear like circles summonedby an oar's dip. |