Forays into Florida Out of Doors, occasionally further afield, and the ideas that go with that.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Flicker
Flicker
Driving on this country lane
light is flashing on my brain--
the forest alters solar fire:
the sun and trees seem to conspire
to rush a message down my way--
but who knows Morse code, anyway?
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poetry
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