under slate Drumheller skies
we seek the past–
not the outsized pomp and glory
of dino bone, just
ancient oysters, hidden fossil
beds we long to un-tuck, to un-sheet
it is late afternoon, the sun
a rumour now, badland winds
our chorus; our guidebook
as vague as the sky,
your hopeful smile
guide enough for me
rock-hug succulents and cacti
drink the air as we pass, and I […]
Filed under: Ben Murray, Writing the Land by akublik Date 16 September, 2007
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our car is no sled-dog driven ice breaker
catching its breath, breathing new world air;
our skin does not erupt
in the red wake of Amazonian ants
and yet, we get lost
making a right instead of a left
our destination waves bye in the rear-view,
fill ‘er up the wishful phrase pacing
the tense gas-gauging miles
fortunately, a gas station appears
no mirage, engine […]
Filed under: Ben Murray, Writing the Land by akublik Date 16 September, 2007
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