Saturday, November 29, 2014







Abbey Ruins, keyhole shot, 2008

Ruin

The wall stands
on the Ontario landscape
rough grey granite
drywall   no mortar
gluing its oneness
hints of a fireplace.

Now the underbrush intrudes
forest pushing back memory
birds loop the lonely air
and forest creatures
shelter under its shadow.

It could be the
ruins of Ilium
of a Minoan palace
or even Dresden. The
causes as diverse as
a wooden horse

              Santorini
or Allied bombers. This
wall speaks of the
inevitability of time
flux wrought by nature
by the nature of man.



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