orgami's Diaryland Diary

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the sand emerges
bathed honey grained
and the deisels idle
hissing their air dryer
song on the rails
awaiting orders
the traffic swishs by
and the plants sit
between street and
rails Oval and flat
tin roofed full of wires
and railings and the fencing
full of trees waiting leaves

the ice open from shore
dazzling light on its
surface lapped with wind
and out further then I can
imagine are the islands
dreamscape sanctuary
where in hot heat days they
will magically float like
a mirage their flat stout
shapes like laker boats out
on the Great Lakes to the
West Down the French River
to Georgian Bay the pink
granite shaved in rounded
hummocks and topped with
pines and scrub balsam
where at night one can still
see most of the stars

but here on Lake Nippissing
the beacons flashing
the distant radio station
towers in their red relay
strobes
and the cry of night birds
as they flit across the glow
and evening quiet
and traffic lights
in seguence flare

1:16 p.m. - 2011-04-19

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