{This was written during my Donne phase (that I will never fully be able to leave behind).} We have made a tree today Planted in the sky, that when we die, soiled Death might fly, and rot might humbly float away. Tangles dangle in the clouds, tubey roots kept smooth and white. No black soil…
Tag: WeirdExperience
College visit: St. Edmund’s Hall
A small, ancient building made of white stone. There aren’t any tourists. It feels so. . . empty. Then I walk into a courtyard garden, and there he is. He is practically part of the scenery, an exotic flower, surrounded by his mates. On a bench, he sits absorbing nature like a plant absorbs sunshine….