Sunday, January 3, 2016

Robert Lee Haycock shoots

Contra Loma New Year


  1. Contra Loma Regional Park consists of 780 acres (320 ha) in Antioch, California.


  2. Compost

    Lives fall like leaves to compost
    as if the plummet to extinction
    were another form of birth.
    Some cling to tree,
    to life, tenacious,
    rotting on their limbs,

    Histories and bones:
    lost wax castings of the mind,
    time’s jewelry.

    Paint the magic pageant
    in a private book;
    celebrate the ritual
    of passing.

    Your smile upon it: sunlight.
    Your fingers are a kind of rain.
    Each page papyrus,
    each word, a sprig of ink.

    Printing presses writer from the written,
    distills his juices willingly to ink,
    puts up his loved one for adoptions
    into ten thousand foster homes.

    Paper is the fullest gift when empty,
    the best and most of lovers
    to those who meld with it:
    a welcome, and a welcome mat.

    Page one, the breaking of the ice,
    the promise of its thawing;
    before post mortem’s cast in bronze
    this first love is cast electric .

    Page one and printing press,
    resurrection in embalming ink,
    create and publish me,
    bound to be full length.

    Will child resemble father,
    sliced so thin and spread so far?
    Leaves that drop from Maple
    can come to rest beneath an Oak.
    Will Egypt ever die? Babylon? Atlantis?
    For their echoes, whispers, memory,
    are we posterity, heirs of Phoenix,
    each word parched maize from pyramid
    rescued from anhydrous granary
    by water sprinkled on each opened leaf
    of books’ time tumbled compost.

    L8 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.


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