Wednesday, January 30, 2008


"...thirsty, thirsty
by their fountains but I cannot drink
their mud and sunlight to be whole. ..."

From "On Looking for Models" by Alan Dugan


Dale said...


R.L. Bourges said...

started a pithy almost ended up with a long ramble from trees rooted near the permafrost line, to water veering from the acidic toward a slightly alkaline ph.
In other words, the poem and the picture are something else - as usual.

Bobby D. said...

I have to link you otherwise I think I have stopped by when I haven't --these all look new to me!