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"Closest Lookout"
Matthew Pond PA
"Flashlights
try to pull the colour
from the corners we don't know"
water lying on pavement
flat and cold in its inanimate rest
but shining silver by day
and gold by night, under the polishing caress of streetlights
[note: written while looking through photographs I'd taken of, and remembering, my high school choir's trip to Italy in the summer of 2000...]
misted memories which fade
into photographs taken by an unsteady hand
the radiance of the sun
saturating fields which shine back in gold and green
a hundred voices with the wrong accent
hearts out of place, petty squabbles arise amidst sights undreamed
I only fall silent
such a small self in the presence of so much time
slow notes in sonourous tones
the solemnity of millenia shades this air
which, though timeless itself
holds growth and decay, ingraspable pieces
of all which was
Matthew Pond PA
"Flashlights
try to pull the colour
from the corners we don't know"
water lying on pavement
flat and cold in its inanimate rest
but shining silver by day
and gold by night, under the polishing caress of streetlights
[note: written while looking through photographs I'd taken of, and remembering, my high school choir's trip to Italy in the summer of 2000...]
misted memories which fade
into photographs taken by an unsteady hand
the radiance of the sun
saturating fields which shine back in gold and green
a hundred voices with the wrong accent
hearts out of place, petty squabbles arise amidst sights undreamed
I only fall silent
such a small self in the presence of so much time
slow notes in sonourous tones
the solemnity of millenia shades this air
which, though timeless itself
holds growth and decay, ingraspable pieces
of all which was