We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

6.11.25

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little movement … near silence …

some melodic bird song …

a fly comes and goes … 


I imagine 

the temperature of the sun,

the feel of that light breeze

in my hair




This is a textu (160 characters including title and spaces) and also a found poem /erasure poem. My brother posted a video on his facebook page of leaves moving. (See, here, the still screenshot.) The first verse of this is taken from his words about it; the second from my comment on it.




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