Urban

turning a corner and suddenly getting this

transcendental vision of nature is a shock

so I feel I must write a poem about it

shit .......... I've got down all the details,
like the glint on the lake being slightly orange
though you might expect it to be green
there are bigger shocks possible
I've got the flock of birds rising
up is the word

the smell of the soil (wet smells are difficult to get across)

what the hell - it's finished

a nature poem about nature

I was thinking of mentioning how birds in flight
shocked me into remembering that life just
continued

on the day something happened which I never
told anyone about

I could have said how strange it is that I never since felt angry at
anyone, not really really angry, and wonder if that is healthy

I was going to say how the smell of soil
ultimately reminded me of sex and not death,
but how the two sacraments have always been entwined

anyway some things are better left to the readers interpretation

so

I am now describing turning a corner and
suddenly getting this view

includes some trees
a lake etc

the cold air on warm skin brings a flush on my
cheeks
I expect

so I'll write a poem about it

and I wish you would feel picturesque