The Unconscious Traveler

Let’s burrow down among the grasses,
Down below the frost line.
I know a place where water drips into a hidden lake,
Quiet as a plate,
Edged with ragged strata, sliced by time.
We’ll leave a scent to stain the way.
No reason to get lost among the
echoes.
We’ll travel back among the hollowed reeds,
And leave a trail of capillaries full of singing.

park sept 1 005
Romeo and  Juliet, Delecorte Theatre
October 2010

Comments

Anonymous said…
Where is this statue??
LInda Jo said…
Hi,
It's in front of the Shakespeare Theatre in mid-park; thank you!

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