summer coast glowing gray in fog. sea lions shout their lazy tales. and here along the moist forest trail
el dorado appears: a grove of eucalyptus dripping with gold. paper thin flakes, tarnished with black, a thousand gently resting butterflies. our silent exchange can only take place because they have dared to follow their hearts for a thousand miles. jeff aitken proposal: poems on butterflies and open space, any form, any language. first time poem writers get special encouragement! jump in! publish to the oslist by august 31. i will compile them. ps: apologies for my recent polemic. * * ========================================================== [email protected] ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of [email protected]: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html To learn about OpenSpaceEmailLists and OSLIST FAQs: http://www.openspaceworld.org/oslist
