Showing posts with label goose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goose. Show all posts
Lookout
I push my way toward the cornfield through blustery winds of forty to fifty miles per hour. Snow blowing across my face and hands as honking prominently fills my ears. Geese are flying above my head while others are foraging for food below. I inch my way forward, closer. There, can you see it? A lone goose stands as lookout, a sentry, before me. I pause before bringing the camera to my left eye and purchasing a memory.
Snippets
Labels:
city,
e e cummings,
fototudes,
geese,
goose,
naquillity,
quotes
·
nothing which we are to perceive in this world
equals the power of intense fragility: whose
texture compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
e e cummings
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
