Tuesday, 4 September 2012

The Ship Garden

Dusk on the day of the first frost, November 2010

Waterfall, Iceland, 2008

The ship garden
houses a colony of winters.
The first day is ending
this morning,
everything was white and sharp.
The blossom of shadows under leaves
prepared to colour the small globe in darkness
to eat away at those hours of work,
damaged hands of water.
Heavy as a body
the silence, blue and cold
like an ocean, misplaced.

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