Sunday, June 8, 2014

"Track and field" (or some minimalist surges)





As another Track & Field season ends I reflect back on things that always distract me from my officiating duties (like neighbouring forests, birds & escarpments)
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In adjacent fields (to tantalize me!)  trails bronzing under an exposed breast of sky

A squalling light-tipped tree with chicks in its teeth--
                                                 no disc anywhere to match it for spin
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Mostly unseen in the forest, look, and lush still even when the winds pick up--
                                                 nests hanging like ribbons

At the fence, the bee's sadly unseeded who's both inside (here with me) and out there,
 ready to die sunless--
    the poor unobservable

For all it coveted was glory by the high jump bed, here with me--poor unobservable bee
  
My head up, reverentially, with both eyes hatched over in the insidious glare--
     at 50 meters geese bend like ripcord!

And just like light, wind & a leaf tossing over evenly (stem subject to resistance!)--
     dragonflies in the water pit

And down some escarpment (excluding the odd hatchling nosed out) is the mole's last jump,
    among millennia of gore
 

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