Friday, June 22, 2012

These Poems will Perish (Tierra del Fuego)

These poems will perish like the shapes of clouds—
        (die out, shred, sink, forevermore—perish);
But the beauty of God’s earth—greater than all man’s
       endeavors, will live on ((such as the Tierra del Fuego
mountains of Patagonia) (where nearby I stand in awe))!
They cry through the words of this fading poem, as if
       she goes to meet the approaching generations
       (yet unknown…).

No: 2820 (10-2010)