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late september walk
Contributed by
Jan_Oskar_Hansen
on
Saturday, 28th September 2002 @ 08:20:00 PM in AEST
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Late September Walk
The day is partly overcast shadow and light
chase each other up and down the hillside.
The landscape is greening now, where I
come from, up north, the land is paling,
hardening into a long winter. Tiny lilac
flowers grow under olive trees dont know
their name but that doesnt make them less
beautiful. Only the almond tree is leafless
and unpicked fruits hang like Christmas
baubles that have lost their shine. Soon
new shuts will come and it will blossom
into the most envied tree in the valley.
Walk on the old road it is cartwheel wide
too narrow for cars and has fallen into disuse,
but for generations to come will be a healed
wound across the landscape. In front of me
a bird, blue and white, has fallen out of the sky,
pick it up its beak is grey blink its eyes and dies,
put it on a stone that is the extracted molar of
a Neanderthal man. Its soul is still in the palm
of my hand and I gently blow to set it free and
sense its flight as a gentle breeze that makes leafs
on a carob tree tremble.
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2002-09-28 20:20:00]
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Re: late september walk
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by Jackee_line on
Wednesday, 16th April 2003 @ 07:26:22 AM AEST
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| Beautiful write, I can almost feel the breeze. |
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