a backlit congress of clouds
a little used forest road
we stop to view a great rising of birds as they spread out from up above us .. their curvilinear trajectory is akin to moving coordinates enmeshed in an euclidean spatial system .. we are one point at one end of a diagonal line segment, a vector, between a here and a there .. we are as observers to a dispersal, an airborne scatter-chart of traveling birds, of elegant elliptic motion placed within a three-dimensional locus of land and of sky ..
Becky Maison said:
I miss you, your wit, and your words of wisdom.