The day illusions fell
%732 %UTC, %2007, %0:%Mar %ZCN Tower, language, prose poetryThis prose poem is dedicated to that
magnifique intellectual and poet
par excellence,
John Walter. Some of the lines in this piece came from a comment I left at his moving poem,
Nepenthe. It's also dedicated to my close confidant, Kaj, who received this prose poem as a voice mail message when he didn't answer his Treo, and for which I was generously thanked. Thank you, such beautiful men...
And to
Sky, whose photographs and writing of the flowers in her garden inspired the imagery of the last paragraph, so sumptuous they ebulliently began blossoming over here.
Early March 2007, Toronto Brenda Clews